Driveby

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 girlfriend'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



Driveby, driveby

Driveby, driveby