Maybe Someday (Sons of Bitches Will Pay)

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