Self-Inflicted Lyrics

I had a little friend

That didn't talk a lot

Blood fell out of his ear

In the parking lot

That day he woke up

Smoked cigarettes and walked

They drove up in front of him

And waited for the clock

Shots fired through broken windows

Bulltes hit the walls

Cop sirens angry mothers

Riots until fall

What happened, that morning

Was way above above the top now its history, its ugly

It's rigor mortis doubling

If I saw you, one more time

We'd sit and talk under the weather

Death was envy, it's ugly

It's rigor mortis doubling

If I saw you, one more time

We'd sit and have a talk under the weather

Its alright for me to tell you

What I wanna say

Its alright for you to hat

I'll do it anyway

Its alright for me to tell you

What I wanna say

Its alright for you to hat

I'll do it anyway