The Proclaimers - D.I.Y. lyrics

Warmongers, k** 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, k** 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