Lost my cool at a brand new school
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Where the kids all smelt kind of strange
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And I threw my chair when I caught the teacher's glare
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As she called me little Mary-Jane
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All the ribbing that I god-damn took
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From the kids left my ego in a whirl
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And the kids would say while I sat and watched them play
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Hey there kid are you a boy are a girl
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Praise the day I'm old and grey
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And don't look much like a girl
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And the kids all come and dance in the streets
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Proclaiming me the king of the world
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Figured it'd be fine when I hit grade nine
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And I'd grow a big beard really soon
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Till the first day of gym when I met father tim
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And he sent me to the girl's change room
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Illustrate my weekly pass come across as feeling crass
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Look out god I'm gonna die
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My black candle won't stop smoking even though I blew it out
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My stigmata are signs of disease
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Reputation as the finest burnt your bridges to be sane
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Look out god I'm gonna die
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Now in the end I will surely transcend
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All the things I was never meant to be
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So with some skill and a little good will
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Out on ladies night I'll get in bars for free
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Diego Blum ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Praise the Day
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