Drive, He Said by Argyle Park

A Steve Taylor Tribute - I Predict A Clone by Various Artists

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Drive, He Said
by Argyle Park

Album: A Steve Taylor Tribute - I Predict A Clone

On a desert road that steamed the sky, with the windows up and the air on high,
Scratch, scratch,
My thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop,
Then I heard the door-locks take a dive and a whisper screamed, "Don't turn around, just drive."

Scratch.

God, help me, What do I do?
Drive,
God, help me, What do I do?
Drive,
God, help me, What do I do?
Drive,
God, help me, What do I do?
Drive,
Drive.

If this is a nasty dream, I'd prefer to wake up here,
If this is a nasty dream, I'd prefer to wake up here.

Scratch.

On a desert road that steamed the sky, with the windows up and the air on high,
Drive,
My thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop,
Drive,
Then I heard the door-locks take a dive and a whisper screamed, "Don't turn around, just drive."

If this is a nasty dream, I'd prefer to wake up here,
If this is a nasty dream, I'd prefer to wake up here.

Drive,
Drive,
Drive,
Drive,
Drive,
Drive.

Drive.

On a desert road that steamed the sky, with the windows up and the air on high,
My thirsty car came to a stop at the Reptile Gardens Curio Shop,
Then I heard the door-locks take a dive and a whisper screamed, "Don't turn around, just drive."

Drive.

Drive.

Drive.

Drive.

Drive.

(fade)