Zeke. Maybe Someday. Zeneszám

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