Lletres: Zeke. Maybe Someday.

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