Well you stumble on the close of something You did not know Walking with your head down Oh it's hard to see where to go There's a gang and it's no secret They hang around like crows Feel straight but you've got some crooked in you Crooked from head to toe Down here from September When you were out on your luck But you'll be a February punk February punk Riding in chucks basements All dressed like teenage monks They were all February punks February punks I like the way you walk with the crowd and the checkerboard in your stride Now you go in the smurfers cornhole who wonders where you used to hide You were always here it's clear it's just that the dust is gone You know with the sound on a Sunday afternoon and the light came on Down here from September When you were out on your luck But you'll be a February punk February punk Christmas cleaning causes And with all your new wave junk But you'll be a February punk A February punk Make it through a cell room And all you feel is sulk But you'll be a February punk A February punk Empty out your closets All that really new wave junk And you'll be a February punk A February punk