"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.
Stork patrol, we're patrolling
Stork patrol, he's rolling
Stork patrol with the storkies
Stork patrol
Yo, what up fine-feathered stork? Jeeze you’re lovely
hollow legs, long beak, feathers so cuddly
Yo I want to step to ya stork but I don't know how
Your style’s mad intimidating, makes me go wild
Get you open like those webbed toes, you know I spread those
Scrawny bird legs past the head when I bed those
Steaky seed stork steady salty in your seed sack
How about this barnacle, bird? you know I need that
Your feathers shiny, nasty plumage
Let me probe your inner sanctum, I love you doin' it
With your storking ass, beautiful Marabou
Plenty of birdseed for you, incubators too
What up, feathered boo boo? Don't I recognize you?
National Geographic cover '92
Turn around your backyard I can barely speak
Oops there go my kids all over your beak
Callin’ all storks, we’re on a stork patrol
[radio] we have an APB out for three storks...
Chicks fly the coop when you pull up to them birds
You are a beautiful specimen
A beautiful specimen
Hey yo bird, I know you love Victoria's Egret
garter belt all on your your claws [unintelligible] freakish
I love you like my wingspan, everything's grand
Knock it airborne make you pray to god to bring land
Never worry about what your friends say, they're just pelicans
Swallowing the minnows of this other species' gentlemen
Thirty days thirty nights on my eggs you sitted
'Cause you've always been committed till the day I was acquitted
Lovely, eatin’ baby crocodiles and insects
Let me be your park ranger and your sanctuary
Ooh I want to ruffle you up, suck on your beak
freak nasty ish, make you stand on one feet
Yo my eyes are red and my voice is trembling
Please don't leave me, stork; these days I need you till the end
When the cops came, you held my stash in your beak
God damn, nasty freak
[Megaphone:
Alright listen up stork
Three human men have got you surrounded
Now come outside and marry one of us]
Stork patrol, he's rolling
Stork patrol with the storkies
Stork patrol
Yo, what up fine-feathered stork? Jeeze you’re lovely
hollow legs, long beak, feathers so cuddly
Yo I want to step to ya stork but I don't know how
Your style’s mad intimidating, makes me go wild
Get you open like those webbed toes, you know I spread those
Scrawny bird legs past the head when I bed those
Steaky seed stork steady salty in your seed sack
How about this barnacle, bird? you know I need that
Your feathers shiny, nasty plumage
Let me probe your inner sanctum, I love you doin' it
With your storking ass, beautiful Marabou
Plenty of birdseed for you, incubators too
What up, feathered boo boo? Don't I recognize you?
National Geographic cover '92
Turn around your backyard I can barely speak
Oops there go my kids all over your beak
Callin’ all storks, we’re on a stork patrol
[radio] we have an APB out for three storks...
Chicks fly the coop when you pull up to them birds
You are a beautiful specimen
A beautiful specimen
Hey yo bird, I know you love Victoria's Egret
garter belt all on your your claws [unintelligible] freakish
I love you like my wingspan, everything's grand
Knock it airborne make you pray to god to bring land
Never worry about what your friends say, they're just pelicans
Swallowing the minnows of this other species' gentlemen
Thirty days thirty nights on my eggs you sitted
'Cause you've always been committed till the day I was acquitted
Lovely, eatin’ baby crocodiles and insects
Let me be your park ranger and your sanctuary
Ooh I want to ruffle you up, suck on your beak
freak nasty ish, make you stand on one feet
Yo my eyes are red and my voice is trembling
Please don't leave me, stork; these days I need you till the end
When the cops came, you held my stash in your beak
God damn, nasty freak
[Megaphone:
Alright listen up stork
Three human men have got you surrounded
Now come outside and marry one of us]
Lyrics submitted by thisparapet
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