Maybe Someday (Sons of Bitches Will Pay) Lyrics

I wanna thank my maker

For nothing

A shitty Baker

You seemed embarrassed to know me

You should be

I wonder every day if I made a mistake

Leaving my last job

That's a long time to do anything

I never let it define me

Which was fine by me

But now I feel stuck in the country

Off the map

Everyone's moving all over the world

Going from LA to LV to LDS to LSD

And look at me

Sleeping on the floor

And nothing more

I remind myself I didn't have

Any time or money

When I worked there either

I've had the same PA for twenty years

My amp shorted out when I tried to fix it

I can't afford to buy new equipment

Same drums

Same three guitars

I look up at the same stars

From the same lame bar

I started taking these pills

To replace the other better pills

I don't like how either of them made me feel

Nothing's real

Too many coincidences

When I think of it

I'm sick of it

I'm not as angry as I was

Maybe I should be

I did the fucking right thing

That's how she put it too

The fucking right thing

Ok sounds good

What now?

I can't even imagine an audience for my shit

That guy said we were ahead of our time

And split

His cousin hanged himself

And yet our time has not come

Look at what we've done

It's out of time

If I'd realized in my twenties

I was as messed up as I am

What would I have done differently?

Now I feel guilty just reading

Breathing not leaving

Believing that I still have time

I imagine myself in ten years

And I can't see myself anywhere

Except sleeping in the streets

In a warehouse under sheets

No heat

And although I see it coming

I don't know how to stop it

Over the hillside

Just out of sight

If this reads as my manifesto

Presto, get it off your chest

Oh if you're not so impressed just go

Make up the rest for yourself

If you've made it this far

Hi hello

Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay

Maybe someday sons of bitches will pay