Do It Yourself - Drive-By Truckers

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 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 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 kill 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

A sorry thing to do to your little boy

A sorry thing to do to the folks who loved you

Your momma and daddy lost their only boy

And some might say I should cut you slack

But you worked so hard at unhappiness

Living too hard just couldn’t kill you

So 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