Dlwhy
'Scuse me, mate, you just dropped one of your tattoos
Yeah, just over there
'Scuse me, mate, you 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 DIwhy, you're a fucking 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 agro band
Oh-yeah, we're all the fucking same, let's not kid ourselves, man
Some win and some lose the fame game-ah
I saw a doctor, I said-ah, "Why do I feel like slapping these B 'n' M goths
All this post-punk drops?"
He said-ah, "Because they're fucking cunts, Jason
Fucking hit 'em!"
Yeah, so many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIwhy
Yeah, I just seen it over there next to the nativity play you got goin' on
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 talking to me like I'm seven on the menu?
Fuck yourself, and fuck 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-ah
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIwhy, 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 much, make it slice where
Something we don't get 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 DIwhy
Yeah, just over there
'Scuse me, mate, you 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 DIwhy, you're a fucking 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 agro band
Oh-yeah, we're all the fucking same, let's not kid ourselves, man
Some win and some lose the fame game-ah
I saw a doctor, I said-ah, "Why do I feel like slapping these B 'n' M goths
All this post-punk drops?"
He said-ah, "Because they're fucking cunts, Jason
Fucking hit 'em!"
Yeah, so many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIwhy
Yeah, I just seen it over there next to the nativity play you got goin' on
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 talking to me like I'm seven on the menu?
Fuck yourself, and fuck 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-ah
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
So many reasons why
I say death to your DIwhy, 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 much, make it slice where
Something we don't get 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 DIwhy
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Writer(s): Jason Williamson, Andrew Robert Fearn
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