Lyric D.I.Y.

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.]