"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Good evening
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
To uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia
Here's something nice and friendly
Here's something nice and friendly
Here's something nice and friendly
And it goes something like this
Fuck tha police
Comin' straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't tha one
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and throwin' in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To mark off the scene of the slaughter
No controller, bread and water
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L. A
Yo, I got somethin to say
Fuck the police
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police
Yeah
Fuck The police
Comin' straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't tha one
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and throwin' in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To mark off the scene of the slaughter
No controller, bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin' in the nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Yeah, my brothas will swarm
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me
Hey!
Punk on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Hey yo, We got somethin' to say
Fuck the police
Comon, sing that shit
Right now
Comon!
Comon!
One more time
Here we go, here we go
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now
Yeah
Check it out
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
To uh, Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia
Here's something nice and friendly
Here's something nice and friendly
Here's something nice and friendly
And it goes something like this
Fuck tha police
Comin' straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't tha one
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and throwin' in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To mark off the scene of the slaughter
No controller, bread and water
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L. A
Yo, I got somethin to say
Fuck the police
Comon! Off, What?
Fuck the police
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha police
Yeah
Fuck The police
Comin' straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't tha one
For a punk mutha fucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and throwin' in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo chilling in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To mark off the scene of the slaughter
No controller, bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin' in the nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop
Yeah, my brothas will swarm
On any mutha fucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of me
Hey!
Punk on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin' in L.A.
Hey yo, We got somethin' to say
Fuck the police
Comon, sing that shit
Right now
Comon!
Comon!
One more time
Here we go, here we go
Comon!
One More, We gotta do it, right now
Yeah
Check it out
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this shit goes out to all the cops who think they are above the law just because they got a pretty little silver badge and a gun so they can go beatin on whoever they want... FUCK THE POLICE ...on a ligter note not every cop is a dipshit motherfucker like the ones rage is talkin about....