Goodbye, future, once so bright, meet my pregnant girlfriend
Watch my bank account run dry, four-hundred-thirty-seven dollars spent
To put things back to the way they used to be
Still, I would've spent so much more
But four-hundred-thirty-seven dollars somehow shakes all responsibility
But it's not easy
She looks me dead in the eyes and says, "Hey, Brian
If you still believe in the Lord above
Get on your hands and knees and pray for us
Get on your hands and knees and pray for us"