D.I.Y.
Warmongers, kill yourselves
Demonstrate the power of the product that you're trying to sell
Gun wavers, shoot yourselves
Make a big hole in your head with a shiny shell
What's wrong with that kind of vision?
What's wrong with that kind of world?
If I suffered less from indecision
I'd stand on that platform myself
Chicken hawks, there's a cell
Down in hell, where you may fight as well
If I may paraphrase John Lennon
Why fill this world with more pain and fear?
To every budding Mark Chapman
I offer these words, most sincere
Warmongers, kill yourselves
Demonstrate the power of the product that you're trying to sell
Gun wavers, shoot yourselves
Make a big hole in your head with a shiny shell
C'mon and do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself
Do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself
C'mon and do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself
Do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself
Ohh, ohh, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself
Do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself, do it yourself