Testo Do It Yourself Driveby Truckers
in the end you had to do it yourself.
Whoæ¯ to blame for the loveless marriage, whoæ¯ to blame for the broken band.
You ran from life and all of itæ¯ pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
Thrown out before the dateæ¯ expired, youæ rather die than let anyone help,
Youæ rather die than take a stab at living.
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.
Everyone has those times when the nightæ¯ 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 itæ¯ a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister
Itæ¯ a sorry thing to do to your little boy
Itæ¯ 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 couldnæ° kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.
Living too hard just couldnæ° kill you
In the end you had to do it yourself.
