It's a random kind of thing
Came upon a delicate flower
I can't believe a machine gun sings
Driveby, driveby
Driveby, driveby
Well, he borrowed his girlfriend's car
Went out riding with the boys
Now she's gone like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby
Driveby, driveby
Now she's gone like a shooting star
Trail of dreams, tragic trail of fire
Now she's gone like a shooting star
Driveby, driveby
Driveby, driveby
Well, you feel invincible
It's just a part of life
There's a feud going on
And you don't know
Driveby, driveby
Driveby, driveby
Driveby, driveby
Driveby, driveby