Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger
With an open heart, open container
I've got a stack of mail and a tall can
It's a shower beer it's a payment plan

There's helicopters over my head
Every night when I go to bed
Spending money and I earned it
When I'm lonely, that's when I'll burn it

Do you feel ashamed
When you hear my name

I asked you "How is your sister?
I heard she got her degree"
And I said, "That makes me feel old"
He said, "What does that make me? "

I asked you "How is playing drums? "
You said it's too much shit to carry
"And what about the band? "
You said they're all getting married

Do you feel ashamed
When you hear my name

Anyway, don't be a stranger
Anyway, don't be a stranger
Don't be a stranger