Praise The Day

Lost my cool at a brand new school
Where the kids all smelt kind of strange
And I threw my chair when I caught the teacher’s glare
As she called me little Mary-Jane
All the ribbing that I god-damn took
From the kids left my ego in a whirl
And the kids would say while I sat and watched them play
Hey there kid are you a boy are a girl
Praise the day I’m old and grey
And don’t look much like a girl
And the kids all come and dance in the streets
Proclaiming me the king of the world
Figured it’d be fine when I hit grade nine
And I’d grow a big beard really soon
Till the first day of gym when I met father tim
And he sent me to the girl’s change room
Illustrate my weekly pass come across as feeling crass
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Look out god I’m gonna die
My black candle won’t stop smoking even though I blew it out
My stigmata are signs of disease
Reputation as the finest burnt your bridges to be sane
Look out god I’m gonna die
Now in the end I will surely transcend
All the things I was never meant to be
So with some skill and a little good will
Out on ladies night I’ll get in bars for free