"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.
We've learnt to kick a ball
But we're not quite cynical
And we've written on the wall 'John's gay'
He's gay
And Janet's friends with John
And she says that we're all scum
He just gets his homework done
And won't play not today
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
Martin grew out of his A-team vest
Nicked the pedals off my BMX
And he says that he's had sex with a girl
For effect, I lost my virginity
The year above us had discovered E
And I said, "It weren't for me, £12.50"
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
We hide in bandstands and talk in the dark
Rain's never cold when you're young
We were devoted to us from the start
I know too much how to feel young
We've learnt to kick a ball
And we're not quite cynical
And we've written on the wall, 'John's gay'
He's gay
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
Young
But we're not quite cynical
And we've written on the wall 'John's gay'
He's gay
And Janet's friends with John
And she says that we're all scum
He just gets his homework done
And won't play not today
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
Martin grew out of his A-team vest
Nicked the pedals off my BMX
And he says that he's had sex with a girl
For effect, I lost my virginity
The year above us had discovered E
And I said, "It weren't for me, £12.50"
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
We hide in bandstands and talk in the dark
Rain's never cold when you're young
We were devoted to us from the start
I know too much how to feel young
We've learnt to kick a ball
And we're not quite cynical
And we've written on the wall, 'John's gay'
He's gay
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
What will we grow up to be?
(Ask your brother)
What will we grow up to see?
(Can't be bothered)
Will you still be friends with me
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen?
Young
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John's Gay Lyrics as written by Robert Williams Guy Chambers
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