Walking Scott Street feeling like a stranger

With an open heart, open container

I've got a stack of mail and I'm talking

It's a shower, a 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

You

I asked you how is your sister

I heard she got her degree

And I said that makes me feel old

You said what does that make me?

I asked you how I was playing drums

You said it's too much shit to carry

You said that we're all getting married

Do you feel?

When you hear my name

Mm-hmm.

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Anyway, don't be

A stranger

Anyway, don't be

A stranger

Don't be a stranger

Do do do do do