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