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Sleaford Mods - DIwhy Lyrics



Sleaford Mods - DIwhy Lyrics
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Excuse me, mate
You've just dropped one of your tattoos
Yeah, just over there
Excuse me, mate
You've just dropped one of your tattoos (oh have I?)
Yeah, just over there

I don't really wanna save your venue
You're talking to me like a seven year old
That's not gone to bed before they should do
This isn't school, does it bother me? A bit
I still wanna be rated by some prick

You're not DIY, you're a f*cking twat
You look like Fred Dibnah and your haircut's crap
You're in a shouty band, you're not original, man
You're like the edgy version of something shit
Shouty Dibnah in an All Saints jacket
You sell guitars on Facebook
And you drink too much beer, sonny
You do playlists for Fred Perry, you boring cunt
And you shave your hair just above your ear

Oh yeah, not another white bloke aggro band
Oh yeah, we're all the f*cking same
Let's not kid ourselves, man
Some win and some lose the fame game
I saw a doctor, I said
"Why do I feel like slapping these B&M goths, all this post-punk dross?"
He said, "Because they're f*cking cunts, Jason, f*cking hit 'em"

Yeah, so many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIY

Yeah, I just seen it over there
Next to the nativity play you got goin' up
The three wise men bringing nonsense, tinsel and dur
You with your book on unknown singers, covered in blood
Oh, it suits you, sir
Why is you talking to me like I'm seven on the menu?
F*ck yourself and f*ck your venue

Cup's too big, but that's alright 'cause I don't wanna burn my hands
As I order sausages, hovel stop, shouting at the misery block
Like me, just Dan and chip off the old block
Butcher's death, prisoner Cell Block H
You need to get eight steaks out of that one piece, mate

So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIY

Yeah, make it slice air
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice there
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice where
You choose, make it slice
Get as much, make it slice where

Something we don't get as much
Make it slice there
Make it slice air
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice where
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice where
Make it slice there

Yeah, so many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIY
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Excuse me, mate
You've just dropped one of your tattoos
Yeah, just over there
Excuse me, mate
You've just dropped one of your tattoos (oh have I?)
Yeah, just over there

I don't really wanna save your venue
You're talking to me like a seven year old
That's not gone to bed before they should do
This isn't school, does it bother me? A bit
I still wanna be rated by some prick

You're not DIY, you're a f*cking twat
You look like Fred Dibnah and your haircut's crap
You're in a shouty band, you're not original, man
You're like the edgy version of something shit
Shouty Dibnah in an All Saints jacket
You sell guitars on Facebook
And you drink too much beer, sonny
You do playlists for Fred Perry, you boring cunt
And you shave your hair just above your ear

Oh yeah, not another white bloke aggro band
Oh yeah, we're all the f*cking same
Let's not kid ourselves, man
Some win and some lose the fame game
I saw a doctor, I said
"Why do I feel like slapping these B&M goths, all this post-punk dross?"
He said, "Because they're f*cking cunts, Jason, f*cking hit 'em"

Yeah, so many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIY

Yeah, I just seen it over there
Next to the nativity play you got goin' up
The three wise men bringing nonsense, tinsel and dur
You with your book on unknown singers, covered in blood
Oh, it suits you, sir
Why is you talking to me like I'm seven on the menu?
F*ck yourself and f*ck your venue

Cup's too big, but that's alright 'cause I don't wanna burn my hands
As I order sausages, hovel stop, shouting at the misery block
Like me, just Dan and chip off the old block
Butcher's death, prisoner Cell Block H
You need to get eight steaks out of that one piece, mate

So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIY

Yeah, make it slice air
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice there
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice where
You choose, make it slice
Get as much, make it slice where

Something we don't get as much
Make it slice there
Make it slice air
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice where
Something we don't get as much
Make it slice where
Make it slice there

Yeah, so many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIY
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Writer: Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Length: 3:30
Written by: Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson

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