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
 Chickenhawks, there's a cell
 Down in hell, where you may fight aswell
 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
 Do it yourself