"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.
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the Moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says, "Home is where your heart is," but what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned (hey, hey)
Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey)
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much, but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned (hey, hey)
Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey)
No one really seems to care (hey)
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
(I don't care)
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make-believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make-believe (said it's, it's another lie)
And I don't believe
And I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, therapy can you please fill the void? (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away, to find, what you believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken
Home
You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Are you leaving home?
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of "none of the above"
On a steady diet of
Soda Pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones that I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the Moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says, "Home is where your heart is," but what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned (hey, hey)
Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey)
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much, but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned (hey, hey)
Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey)
No one really seems to care (hey)
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
(I don't care)
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia
Land of make-believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make-believe (said it's, it's another lie)
And I don't believe
And I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (woo, woo, woo)
I don't care
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Oh, therapy can you please fill the void? (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused (ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
To live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away, to find, what you believe
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists
And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame, I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken
Home
You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Are you leaving home?
Lyrics submitted by prayingmantis84, edited by jadethahel, Mellow_Harsher, Tamood, sonicgelpen, LeMarkyDussod
Jesus of Suburbia Lyrics as written by Michael Pritchard Billie Joe Armstrong
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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