Praise the Day Songtext
von Flashlight Brown
Praise the Day Songtext
Lost my cool at a brand new school
Where the kids all smell kinda 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 goddamn 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 or a girl?"
Praise the day, I'm old and gray
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
′Til the first day of gym, when I met Father Tim
And he sent me to the girls′ change room
Praise the day, I'm old and gray
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
Illustrate my weekly pass
Come across as pale and crass
Submit for credit, just share your thoughts
French mug I bought as a joke
Thousand tries, there isn't hope
Look up God, I′m gonna die
My black candle won't stop smoking
Even though I blew it out
My six mile heart′s signs of disease
Reputation as the finest bunch of britches to be seen
Look up God, I'm gonna die
In the end, I will surely transcend
All the things that I was never meant to be
So with some skill, and a little good will
I don't laze, and I don′t get in bars for free
Praise the day, I′m old and gray
And don't look much like a girl
And there′s no one left to dance for me
Where the kids all smell kinda 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 goddamn 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 or a girl?"
Praise the day, I'm old and gray
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
′Til the first day of gym, when I met Father Tim
And he sent me to the girls′ change room
Praise the day, I'm old and gray
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
Illustrate my weekly pass
Come across as pale and crass
Submit for credit, just share your thoughts
French mug I bought as a joke
Thousand tries, there isn't hope
Look up God, I′m gonna die
My black candle won't stop smoking
Even though I blew it out
My six mile heart′s signs of disease
Reputation as the finest bunch of britches to be seen
Look up God, I'm gonna die
In the end, I will surely transcend
All the things that I was never meant to be
So with some skill, and a little good will
I don't laze, and I don′t get in bars for free
Praise the day, I′m old and gray
And don't look much like a girl
And there′s no one left to dance for me
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