"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.
Spread eagle cross the block
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it
I want some more of it, I want too much
I got so bored with it, I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch
You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream
As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled
Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle
Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitches bubble
That's right it's all mine, it's all mine never was yours
Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the
Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored
Pay no mind to that chump's, just a player hatin' whore
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none
How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream
How it screams oh baby hurt me, work me to the bone oh please
How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time
Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine
Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align
The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Through secrets behind and between every time I scream
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shit
Thought you knew, thought you thought, thought you did but did not
Come on through what you got, is it cool, is it hot?
Check one two, man don't stop, I'm not through black blood clot
In my view like that twat spread eagle cross the block
Need no ego to rock
What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it
I want some more of it, I want too much
I got so bored with it, I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch
You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream
As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled
Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle
Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitches bubble
That's right it's all mine, it's all mine never was yours
Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the
Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored
Pay no mind to that chump's, just a player hatin' whore
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Ain't no fun if the aliens can't have none
How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream
How it screams oh baby hurt me, work me to the bone oh please
How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time
Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine
Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align
The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Through secrets behind and between every time I scream
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shit
Thought you knew, thought you thought, thought you did but did not
Come on through what you got, is it cool, is it hot?
Check one two, man don't stop, I'm not through black blood clot
In my view like that twat spread eagle cross the block
Need no ego to rock
What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
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