D.I.Y. — текст песни (Peter Gabriel)

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.)