Well I turned twelve on Yom Kippur
But I was born in July
Repenting only works so long
If I gave it all a try
And if I gave it all a try
Then I could be a king
I'd spend life trying to get by
I'd spend my moments wondering
Hey, hey
You get lost in the moment
You can't go back anymore
Now what'd you say, say?
I was too busy believing
I could change on Yom Kippur
I should really give my mom a call
Apologies are due
I call the culprit alcohol
And I'm paying for it too
Apples and honey couldn't fix me
The relief was far too sweet
It'd be real nice to live to sixty
Let's hope I get back on my feet
Hey, hey
Well they call me a cynic
Cause I seem so self assured
One of these days, days
I'll wake up in the morning
It'll feel like Yom Kippur