Lyrics:
For a month I was punkI remembered all my drunkYounger days in a dazeI would spend my empty daysFor a week I was weakI was humbled on my kneesPray to God: 'Make it stopHelp me find some relief'For a year I was queerI had conquered all my fearsNot alone anymoreBut I found it such a boreFor a month I was punkFor a month I had no luckFor a drunk I was youngFor a kid right to theFor a month I was punkI remembered all my junkYounger days in a dazeI would spend my useless daysFor a week I was weakI was down on my kneesPray to God: 'Make it stopHelp me find some relief'