"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.
Thanks a lot.
I've been disadvantaged from the start.
He constrict the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
I am braindead,
Thinking in strictly in blues and reds.
I'm in enough trouble man...
Oh man, I'm in trouble again.
Cause everyone's ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal TV.
I fall three times as hard.
If it's from nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
'Cause I feel terribly small.
When my head works too hard.
When you think with your chest,
There's not a thing that you don't see.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
Look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I'm but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves.
The story is the same.
I've just personalized the name.
But if it's all you need,
Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame.
I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows that shut you out
from all the things that I don't want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own.
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
I've read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I've been disadvantaged from the start.
He constrict the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
I am braindead,
Thinking in strictly in blues and reds.
I'm in enough trouble man...
Oh man, I'm in trouble again.
Cause everyone's ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal TV.
I fall three times as hard.
If it's from nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
'Cause I feel terribly small.
When my head works too hard.
When you think with your chest,
There's not a thing that you don't see.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
Look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I'm but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves.
The story is the same.
I've just personalized the name.
But if it's all you need,
Then I'd be more than happy to confess my shame.
I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows that shut you out
from all the things that I don't want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own.
'Cause you'll find I'm petrified of your eyes.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don't care,
But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
I've read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I'm just like me.
So who the hell are you?
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