D.I.Y.

We’ll write a song and play it loud
It makes us feel good
when we scream and shout
It’s what we like, it’s what we’ll do
We’ll play it for no-one else but you
Don’t you sell your songs,
but keep ‘em for yourself
Don’t you be their slave, but keep it DIY
We want it to be heard by a big crowd
Achieving that ourselves makes us feel proud
This way our noise remains our property
No compromise, musical liberty
Don’t you sell your songs,
but keep ‘em for yourself
Don’t you be their slave, but keep it DIY
No businessmen with suits and ties
Offering golden mountains over coffee and pie
No MTV, cheap merchandise
No musical restrictions that I despise