Drive, guy, drive

Black car in the night

The car is out there.
The peace, nowhere.
That house stinks. It’s like a hell.
The people there, they all yell.

Go away, guy, go away.
There is nothing left to say.
Drive, guy, drive.
Look for your wished hive.

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