A yellow moon hung low in the sky

The snake will crawl, the raven fly

And guilty hands will grip the wheel

Keep on the road, no skid or peel

And then I drove right down the road

I saw myself in a cloud of dust

I wanna drive, I wanna drive

With a trunkload of sin

I don't know the mess I'm in

The mess I'm in



I wanna fly high in the sky

Look right into the red bird's eye

I'm goin' east, I'm flyin' west

North and south––you take the test

In a rear view mirror––check for red and tin

I don't know the mess I'm in

The mess I'm in





I got a trunkload a' trash and tar

And I've been drivin' down that road

Back towards Diamond Bar

Diamond Bar...

Diamond Bar...

Diamond Bar...