Teen Machine - Diva

We were four and who could ever ask for more

your picture on the cover of a magazine

we just had to keep our noses clean

now we’re three and things are

not exactly what they used to be

champagne and drugs makes you wanna live

until you’re hiv posetive

we had the image, we had the sound

but our plane crashed to the ground…

and the drummer was never found

we were the band of the century

meanest teen machines

we were the band of the cen tury

floating in the sea

now we are two, with alot of reds, blues, green

there never was a day he was clean

he never woke from his dream

now we are one, but not for long

'cause a fan gave me a gun

he never realized what he had done

I might as well live on.