Driveby Songtext
von Neil Young

It′s a random kind of thing
Came upon a delicate flower
I can't believe a machine gun sings
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby


Well he borrowed his girlfiend′s car
Went out riding with the boys
Now she's gone like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby

Now she's gone like a shooting star
Trail of dreams Tragic trail of fire
Now she′s gone like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby

Well you feel invincible
It′s just a part of life
There's a feud going on and you don′t know
Driveby, driveby, driveby, driveby