Tom: D
Introdução:
D A E D A E
My Daddy called me on a Friday morning, so sad to tell me just what you?d done
D A E D A E
You tried so hard to make us all hate you but in the end you was the only one
F#m
Sick, tired, pissed and wired, you never thought about anyone else.
D A E
You tried in vain to find something to kill you
D A E
In the end you had to do it yourself.
D A E D A E
Who?s to blame for the loveless marriage, who?s to blame for the broken band?
D A E D A E
You ran from life and all of it's pleasures, your own teeth marks on your own damned hand.
F#m
Thrown out before the date?s expired, you?d rather die than let anyone help,
D A E
You?d rather die than take a stab at living.
D A E
Nothing would kill you so you do it yourself.
C G Em
Everyone has those times when the night?s so long
C G Em
The dead-end life just drags you down
C G Em
You lean back under the microphone
C G Em
and turn your demons into walls of goddamned noise and sound.
D A E D A E
And it's a sorry thing to do to your sweet sister, It's a sorry thing to do to your little boy
D A E D A E
It's a sorry thing to do to the folks who love you Your Mama and Daddy lost their only boy
F#m
Some should say I should cut you slack, but you worked so hard at unhappiness.
D A E
Living too hard just couldn?t kill you
D A E
In the end you had to do it yourself.
D A E
Living too hard just couldn?t kill you
D A E
In the end you had to do it yourself.