Diane Drove

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