You can kill yourself. 
]Just make sure it’s your…self! 
With the car wrapped around the tree
and your girlfriend bleeding out on your knees. 
With the last words still ringing in your head, 
“I’ll see you next week, take it easy.” 
Don’t let my brother end up like me, 
as I scream from the grave six feet in my sin. 
But you don’t hear the words that I say. 
With a forty to his lips he wants to be like me

you can kill yourself 
just make sure it’s yourself. 
 [bad word] around here with your finger in my face 
blaming me for all of your worse mistakes. 
With the cards in your hand and the blood on the table, 
blame yourself for your worst mistakes. 

Little Stacy only 17 years old 
wants to be a big girl
when she goes out tonight. 
As she enters the house, 
stands against the wall. 
Takes in the sights, takes in the wrong drink.
Eighteen with a baby still crying at home
and she wants to be like her Father but she 
never understood the words that her mother said,
“Not good enough for the white dress”! 

you can kill yourself 
just make sure it’s yourself. 
 [bad word] around here with your finger in my face 
blaming me for all of your worse mistakes. 
With the cards in your hand and the blood on the table, 
blame yourself for your worst mistakes. 

You can kill yourself. 
Just make sure
that it’s your own life that you take.
With the cards in your hand and the blood on the table, 
blaming me for your worst mistakes.
But it’s your fault, 
live with your life 
and enjoy your time in [bad word] #33; 

 [bad word] around here with your finger in my face 
blaming me for all of your worse mistakes. 
With the cards in your hand and the blood on the table, 
blame yourself for your worst mistakes.