Neil Young - Driveby Lyrics
Its a random kind of thingCame upon a delicate flowerI cant believe a machine gun singsDriveby, driveby, driveby, drivebyWell he borrowed his girlfiends carWent out riding with the boysNow shes gone like a shooting starDriveby, driveby, driveby, drivebyNow shes gone like a shooting starTrail of dreams tragic trail of fireNow shes gone like a shooting starDriveby, driveby, driveby, drivebyWell you feel invincibleIts just a part of lifeTheres a feud going on and you dont knowDriveby, driveby, driveby, driveby