Diane Drove Songtext
von Christopher Wilson

I′m watching out
You're gonna get through to me
A shrinking shot
Straight through the middle of three
I′m holding out
So, I don't have to see
They paint these lines
You greet the streets, yeah

Our vices out
Right to the parlor, please
The splattered pack of spooks 'n freaks
Trashing out, as your folly feeds
On oversight, on tricks ′n treats

You′ve got a half-crocked tank on empty
But the fact still remains
In the muck of such luck
Dodging grass, and the massive groves
Diane drove
Diane drove


Cash-strapped
Tell me something new
A passive flap, for the lack of muse
Well, I hesitate
When I can't compensate
And life is sure
Surely, watch that gauge

Spectacular in your saga dear
Extraordinaire for another beer
Well, I′m holding out
I just don't want to see
The painted lines
Hope we never meet


With a cash-strapped tank on empty
The fact still remains
In the muck of such luck
Dodging grass, and the massive groves
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove (Whoa)
Diane drove
Diane drove (Whoa)
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove
Diane drove