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