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.