| Lyrics: | D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y., D.I.Y.
Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't.
Don't tell me
to believe in you, 'cos I don't.
Be on your guard, better hostile and hard, don't risk
affection;
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone,
You're still looking for the
Resurrection.
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
And I'll tell you, straight in
the eye:
D.I.Y., D.I.Y., [etc.]
Everyone wants to be what he not, what he
not.
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got.
You function like a dummy with a new
ventriloquist,
Do you say nothing yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final
twist,
Is it true you're getting stuck on the shelf?
Come up to me with your "What did you
say?"
And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:
D.I.Y., D.I.Y., [etc.]
When
things get so big, I don't trust them at all,
You want some control, you've got to keep it
small.
D.I.Y., D.I.Y., [etc.] |
