"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.
The speakeasy parlor was filled with many a fair lady,
Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers.
"It was never easy to show them I loved them,"
He said as He was removed from the booth.
No one had the time to listen to Him,
They don't care!
It wasn't His thing to talk like that,
Waking up the next day
In a nightmare of a grey colored room full of friends
With no names and metal as cold as, as cold as hell.
This was yet another favorite of His,
Concious effort was put into everything that He didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan.
Why didn't this work!?
Why didn't this work?!
If only gratitude could get you somewhere.
If only gratitude could get you somewhere!
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair.
This is His love to them all.
Yet another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair.
This is His love.
Not another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms,
This is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms,
This is His love!
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them, for they have won.
They have won!
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them, for they have won.
They have won!
Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind!
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves,
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room.
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves,
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room!
Depictions of life as told by a subdued body within us all.
We aren't loved anymore.
Behold, the white whore.
Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers.
"It was never easy to show them I loved them,"
He said as He was removed from the booth.
No one had the time to listen to Him,
They don't care!
It wasn't His thing to talk like that,
Waking up the next day
In a nightmare of a grey colored room full of friends
With no names and metal as cold as, as cold as hell.
This was yet another favorite of His,
Concious effort was put into everything that He didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan.
Why didn't this work!?
Why didn't this work?!
If only gratitude could get you somewhere.
If only gratitude could get you somewhere!
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair.
This is His love to them all.
Yet another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair.
This is His love.
Not another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms,
This is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms,
This is His love!
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them, for they have won.
They have won!
Oh Mother Mary, forgive them, for they have won.
They have won!
Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind!
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves,
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room.
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves,
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room!
Depictions of life as told by a subdued body within us all.
We aren't loved anymore.
Behold, the white whore.
Lyrics submitted by iLL Ronald
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