Overdrive

Overdrive
Outta bed at the crack of noon
Blare the music and have a swoon
I can't stop thinkin' of your face
La la lee la lee loo lace

I'm six feet under the Bhodi Tree
With my crap new-age philosophy
Diamonds where there once were stars
I'm sittin' in Jayne Mansfeild's car
Yea yea-a I'm independence
Yea yea-a I'm borderline
Yea yea-a I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my hearts on overdrive (yea my hearts on overdrive)
I need to take a shower when I look at you
Ya sting and hurt like a bad tattoo
I wish you'd change my point of view
I cruise the canyon to get a breeze
With Hidden Treasures up my sleeve
I like the light and hate the heat
But I'll lick the blood right off your street
Yea yea-a I'm cherry cola
Yea yea-a I'm candy-eyed
Yea yea-a I'm California
My mind's all screwed and upside down
But my heart's on over drive

They all come here to find a scene
but end up girls on methadrine
naked on a TV screen
The dreams that fall beneath my feet
make my footsteps feel so sweet
But your kisses are my fait acconpli
Yeah, yeah
I'm independence
yea-a I'm borderline
Yea-a I'm California
My mind's all screwed and upsidedown
But my heart's on overdrive
Yea my heart's on overdrive
En 'Overdrive' de Katy Rose, la narradora se describe levantándose tarde y sumergiéndose en la música con pensamientos persistentes sobre alguien especial. Se sitúa bajo un árbol Bhodi con una filosofía new-age poco convincente y observa cómo los diamantes reemplazan a las estrellas en el cielo...