my hair fell out in great big heaps.
there is no hope for my fuckin' teeth.
maybe someday i'll learn.
and my right leg keeps goin' out.
and i think my left hand got the goute.
maybe someday i'll learn.
but for now i just keep blowin' of today.
and i'm not what you'd call real, real smart.
and i don't know jack shit about art.
you say my guitar she won't take me far,
but i love hangin' out in thhose sleazy bars.
maybe someday i'll learn.
but for now i just keep blowin' of today.
and i got this real fucked up phone job,
so it's your house next that i gonna rob.
and i never can stay out off jail,
cause i never can make the god damned bail.
and i have a hard time tryin' cope.
so i tend to do way to much dope.
and i can't go on much longer this way.
all my friends think i turned gay.
maybe someday i'll learn.
but for now i just keep blowin' of today.