High Dive Songtext
von WHY?

Driving forward with the heart of a dark horde of tyrants,
With past deeds behind them,
Blood black as iron,
On fast steeds a′riding.


With flaming broad-swords
And on all fours beside them,
With shrill screams like sirens, from hell,
Speedy ranks of fiends, flanked, a'wilding.

Then looking down, crying, "Lord God!"
Louder than a smokey whores cough
In the crowded powder room of a sports bar at dusk,
Her gut cramped up as her teeth did chatter
With the shame of poor dad to blame for core matter,
Like four glass homes in a driving storm shattered,

She turned around and climbed back down the diving board ladder.