SINGER: Neil Young

SONG: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 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