Testi musica canzoni

My Daddy called me on a Friday morning, so sad to
tell me just what you抎 done

You tried so hard to make us all hate you but in
the end 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抯 to blame for the loveless marriage, who抯
to blame for the broken band.

You ran from life and all of it抯 pleasures,
your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.

Thrown out before the date抯 expired, you抎
rather die than let anyone help,

You抎 rather die than take a stab at living.

Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.

Everyone has those times when the night抯 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抯 a sorry thing to do to your sweet
sister

It抯 a sorry thing to do to your little boy

It抯 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抰 kill you

In the end you had to do it yourself.

Living too hard just couldn抰 kill you

In the end you had to do it yourself.