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.
