Diana (Die, Diana) Songtext
von Severe Tire Damage

Cinderella′s just a wish, your
Marriage loveless, royal issue
Can't send roses, only tissue
Diana

Regal figure, drop-by, dash in
Children, land mines, AIDS, compassion
As a virtue or just fashion?
Diana

Die Diana, Die Diana, Die Diana, Diana Diana

Which one is your best admirer
Dodi, Charles, the sons you sire
Or the National Enquirer?
Diana

Conspiratorially speaking
Wedding Dodi′s havoc wreaking
Careful of whose nose you're tweaking
Diana


People, Newsweek, cover shots, we
Crave your beauty, wealth, your thoughts, we
Hunt you down with paparazzi
Diana

Die Diana, Die Diana, Die Diana, Diana Diana

They (the cameras) watch how you dress
You (the princess) hide from the press
We (the public) love you to death
Diana

Enter tunnel at the red line
Fleeing journalistic deadline
Once again, a front page headline
Diana

Mercedes speeding like a comet
Little princes lose their mom, it's
Bigger press than royal vomit
Diana

Lovely rings that Dodi′s buying
Newest lover, Harrod′s scion
Photo op of bloodstains drying
Diana

Die Diana, Die Diana, Die Diana, Diana Diana


Jackals of the press they fle-ed
Drinking driver, too much spe-ed
Chariots of Fire, inde-ed
Diana

Inbred royals always bicker
Wish the funeral was quicker
Driver couldn't hold his liquor
Diana

If tabloid news has caused your death, then
We commend your soul to heaven
Grisly photos at eleven
Diana

Hollywood′s on your bandwagon
Blame press for chauffeur's zigzagging
Blood tests showed he′d drunk a flagon
Diana

Endless footage on the TV
Making everybody greedy
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Diana

Die Diana, Die Diana, Die Diana, Diana Diana, Diana
Die Diana, Die Diana, Die Diana, Diana Diana