Punk (La vie antérieure)

For a month I was punk

I remembered all my drunk

Younger days in a daze

I would spend my empty days

For a week I was weak

I was humbled on my knees

Pray to God: "Make it stop

Help me find some relief"

For a year I was queer

I had conquered all my fears

Not alone anymore

But I found it such a bore

For a month I was punk

For a month I had no luck

For a drunk I was young

For a kid right to the

For a month I was punk

I remembered all my junk

Younger days in a daze

I would spend my useless days

For a week I was weak

I was down on my knees

Pray to God: "Make it stop

Help me find some relief"