"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.
Come and get it (woo)
We got some fresh vittles
For your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch
So here
Start with a slice of this fresh piggie pie, motherfucker
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken-turkey-piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his chicken feathers out
Walked in the village and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and popped me in the face
And blew me off the porch and cracked my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (haha)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might and made a ping off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a motherfuckin' dick
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck
He walked in the room, and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime
So I ragged on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guard, he told me, "wait"
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely fry
I'mma lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they fighting for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richy is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and laid it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
And took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate
'Cause I need
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
"Hotline"
"H-hello?"
"What up?"
"What's up? I not sure that I wanna live any more
That's what's up"
"Hold On"
"Helloo?"
"I-I need someone to talk to"
"Call your mom"
"My mother died last year"
"Serves her right, bitch, hahaha
I'm just playin', fuck-nuts, listen
Whenever you're feelin' low
Just page me, and I'll call you"
"You will?"
"Sure, I'll call you a nerdy bitch for botherin' me
Now, don't blow your fuckin' head off"
"Why not? Who cares if I do?"
"The poor guy who's gotta clean that shit up
If you're gonna do it, do it outside or somethin'"
"Y-you think I won't really do it, don't you?"
"Honestly, I could give a rat's ass"
"You think I won't, huh? You think I'm kidding? You think I'm"
"Do it, do it Fucker
Bring me the gun, I'll fuckin' do it for ya"
"Hello? Hello? Are you there?"
"Hello?"
"I knew you wouldn't do it, you scary bitch"
We got some fresh vittles
For your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch
So here
Start with a slice of this fresh piggie pie, motherfucker
The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken-turkey-piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine
I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness and cut his chicken feathers out
Walked in the village and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door and popped me in the face
And blew me off the porch and cracked my head in half
But I'm a Juggalo, so it only made me laugh (haha)
Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might and made a ping off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a motherfuckin' dick
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck
He walked in the room, and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet
Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway
Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime
So I ragged on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rinds
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guard, he told me, "wait"
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate
'Cause this little piggy must definitely fry
I'mma lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel
People in my city, they fighting for they meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richy is the devil, he never will admit it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face with it
Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and laid it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
And took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate
'Cause I need
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might choose a gun (no)
I might choose an axe (yes)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks
"Hotline"
"H-hello?"
"What up?"
"What's up? I not sure that I wanna live any more
That's what's up"
"Hold On"
"Helloo?"
"I-I need someone to talk to"
"Call your mom"
"My mother died last year"
"Serves her right, bitch, hahaha
I'm just playin', fuck-nuts, listen
Whenever you're feelin' low
Just page me, and I'll call you"
"You will?"
"Sure, I'll call you a nerdy bitch for botherin' me
Now, don't blow your fuckin' head off"
"Why not? Who cares if I do?"
"The poor guy who's gotta clean that shit up
If you're gonna do it, do it outside or somethin'"
"Y-you think I won't really do it, don't you?"
"Honestly, I could give a rat's ass"
"You think I won't, huh? You think I'm kidding? You think I'm"
"Do it, do it Fucker
Bring me the gun, I'll fuckin' do it for ya"
"Hello? Hello? Are you there?"
"Hello?"
"I knew you wouldn't do it, you scary bitch"
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