David Barbe - Do It Yourself lyrics

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 think you was the only one Sick, tired, pissed and wired You never thought about anyone else You tried in vain to find something to k** 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 its pleasures Your own teeth marks in 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 k** you so you do it yourself Everyone has those times when the night's so long The dead-end life just stares 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 loved you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy Some might say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness Living too hard just couldn't k** you So in the end you had to do it yourself Living too hard just couldn't k** you In the end you had to do it yourself