Letra de DNA vs. DIY
Dad was three months dead when they first found him A stiff with a stiff drink clutched in his hand Sis scorned my deaf ears for the 21 guns If he'd done her like me she'd understandNo one tells me what to do It's down to me who I choose to be I've your DNA but I'm DIYPardon me for questioning mom's judgement When choosing men for marriages & flings Alcoholics, sadists, rapists, narcissists On the estate you get used to those kindsa thingsLike getting my allowance after moonshine duty done & listening to mom's men's drunk friends all night was kinda fun I cherished friends & neighbors & despised authority No one tells me what to do; not even meNo one tells me what to do It's down to me who I choose to be I've your DNA but I'm DIY