Do It Yourself

My Daddy called me on a Friday morning

So sad to tell me just what you'd done

You tried so hard to

Make us all hate you

But I thank you was the only one

Sick tired pissed and wired

You never thought about anyone else

You tried in vain to

Find something to kill you

In the end you had to do it yourself

Who's to blame for the loveless marriage

Who's to blame for the broken band

You ran from life and all of it's pleasures

Your own teeth marks

On your own damned hand

Thrown out before the date's expired

You'd rather die

Than let anyone help

You'd rather die

Than take a stab at living

Nothing would kill

You so you do it yourself

Everyone has those times

When the night's so long

The dead end life just drags you down

You lean back under the microphone

And turn your demons into

Walls of goddamned noise and sound

And it's a sorry thing

To do to your sweet sister

It's a sorry thing to

Do to your little boy

It's a sorry thing to

Do to the folks who love you

Your Mama and

Daddy lost their only boy

Some should say

I should cut you slack

But you worked so hard at unhappiness

Living too hard just couldn't kill you

In the end you had to do it yourself

Living too hard just couldn't kill you

So in the end you had to do it yourself