Maybe Someday - Zeke

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.