"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.
(Okay, now some of this may sound stupid to some of you guys but I want you to hear me out. Now look, you know different people think about life in different ways. Lawyers think life is a big court room; Doctors probably thinks life is like a big operation; Bus drivers think life is...er...a big bus I guess. Who knows what the hell those guys think. Anyway, I've always thought of life as a big football game...)
You get, I got goals
You get, I get, the balls
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
England!
Raise a glass, a perfect pass
and dribble around my socks
Check my shirt and drink my shots
And squeeze me in the box
It's a digital football thing
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy
We're going to win the national lottery
E I Adio, I don't think so
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Hey diddle-diddle, there's a fella in the middle
And I think he's pulling my string
My wife's lactating and I'm spectating
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy
We're going to win the national lottery
E I Adio, I don't think so
Win that ball, head for the goal
Use your stealth, don't lose control
Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks
Gonna battle hard
Players on a mission, operation no-card
No free kicks or penalties to the opposition
Swift, strong, every old tacticians
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
(England? Well it's the best kept village in Europe, isn't it?)
Keep the game on the pitch
Bung it in
England!
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Now it's time filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
You get, I got goals
You get, I get, the balls
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
England!
Raise a glass, a perfect pass
and dribble around my socks
Check my shirt and drink my shots
And squeeze me in the box
It's a digital football thing
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy
We're going to win the national lottery
E I Adio, I don't think so
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Hey diddle-diddle, there's a fella in the middle
And I think he's pulling my string
My wife's lactating and I'm spectating
It's a football thing
I live in a land of class hypocracy
We're going to win the national lottery
E I Adio, I don't think so
Win that ball, head for the goal
Use your stealth, don't lose control
Cross, into the box, we got the strength to take the knocks
Gonna battle hard
Players on a mission, operation no-card
No free kicks or penalties to the opposition
Swift, strong, every old tacticians
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
(England? Well it's the best kept village in Europe, isn't it?)
Keep the game on the pitch
Bung it in
England!
Now it's time, filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Now it's time filling it up
Into the net, never give up
'Cause England's Irie
England's Irie
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
Cut the trigger, I fire like this
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England's Irie Lyrics as written by Richard Graham Thomas Norris Keith Howell Charles Allen
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Mute Song Limited, Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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