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 understand No one tells me what to do It's down to me who I choose to be I've your DNA but I'm DIY Pardon 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 things Like 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 me No one tells me what to do It's down to me who I choose to be I've your DNA but I'm DIY