"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.
(oh i'm sorry.
i didn't know you were so closely... pregnant.)
i've watched them, breath baited
pay homage to jailers of lore.
you doubt me, by tantrum the passive dismiss for the infidel scourge.
oh and i'll do it so well
when it's the children on fire themselves
narcotic catharsis, a plot to conspire
a plague to endure.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor, your body knows it's for sure. changing up the state of dramatics.
i took you in and washed your hands,
bowed and flinched at your demands.
we walk through sand, but only my prints were at hand.
plus, i guess you fight within the china shop. the gun runs red, while the china don't stop.
you know being a cop, leaves a heart of charity belly up in slop.
*and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
the loveless so fickle, a boredom too ripe to ignore.
relentless lip service, remedial fascist, a fate to endure.
oh, i mistook you for kin, condemned for your passion within.
narcotic catharsis, a blood to conspire
a face to abhor.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
i didn't know you were so closely... pregnant.)
i've watched them, breath baited
pay homage to jailers of lore.
you doubt me, by tantrum the passive dismiss for the infidel scourge.
oh and i'll do it so well
when it's the children on fire themselves
narcotic catharsis, a plot to conspire
a plague to endure.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor, your body knows it's for sure. changing up the state of dramatics.
i took you in and washed your hands,
bowed and flinched at your demands.
we walk through sand, but only my prints were at hand.
plus, i guess you fight within the china shop. the gun runs red, while the china don't stop.
you know being a cop, leaves a heart of charity belly up in slop.
*and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
the loveless so fickle, a boredom too ripe to ignore.
relentless lip service, remedial fascist, a fate to endure.
oh, i mistook you for kin, condemned for your passion within.
narcotic catharsis, a blood to conspire
a face to abhor.
*oh and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
changing up the state of dramatics.
and my conscience still screams,
bloody murder to me.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
and when your head hits the floor,
your body knows it's for sure.
i hope it never, i hope it never tells me
what i want to hear.
Lyrics submitted by obstacle.blanca, edited by PeteStreople
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