"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.
{Verse 1}
Say 'ho!' if you’re a rasta al fredo
And make dreads in your head from eggs, peanut butter, or play dough
Holler back if you love the dollar rack
Cause the vacuum packed all our wack
Break bones, take a breath and cope
Press flesh like a stethoscope
At wake thrown for the death of hope
You asked fr'it
Spit a classic in the casket
The flask hit the myelin sheath
Hope woke, NOTE the smilin' teeth
I cured the born
But mourners preferred to mourn
Twisted by murder porn -- a word to warn
Your fears are destined to manifest
Whether you coast or plan the best
Amethyst amulets, I am obsessed
Let your camera rest
And have an unmediated experience for once
{Verse 2}
You search for your voice cause you don’t hear what you say
If you gotta do something then do it today
Jewels spray out my eyes and my hands
The front row faints, they're surprised in the stands
Gems fly out of the sand
And the Rainboa Constrictor can spy where they land
Achievement depends on the size of the plan
Mines is limited to the frogs that ribbitted. Timid as the guys in the band
I’m too original to be pigeon-holed, a wisened old man
Put one fist in the air like you’re punching a mobile
No ceiling to your feeling, can’t see it's so real
The pedals are mental, envision the bike path
My psyche is Nike, you likey my mic math
My passion is action, can't latch on silicone
Kill a clone, imagine
If cut, spill a poem
There’s hope for the future, suture cauterize
Bought lie and eyes water as the daughter dies
But I came to resurrect
Not like she never left
But with newfound respect
For the presence of her essence I choose to reflect
Circumspect people tread lightly
When they travel they just sightsee
Make yourself known
No one was exempt when I said what I meant
Only copy the spirit in which to invent
Give up giving up for lent
Just cause you fear a jewel
Don’t make you unspiritual
Here at school we know that denial
Though a viral spiral, is a part of survival
I will write the nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-new bible
Eyeball measurement, guestimate destined fate
What you’d expect? Me not to expectorate?
My soul’s all of space, each rhyme is a cloudburst
Move crowds first physically, those who disagree wowed worst
Purists say OW
The Moth Owl bowed to the earths
Say 'ho!' if you’re a rasta al fredo
And make dreads in your head from eggs, peanut butter, or play dough
Holler back if you love the dollar rack
Cause the vacuum packed all our wack
Break bones, take a breath and cope
Press flesh like a stethoscope
At wake thrown for the death of hope
You asked fr'it
Spit a classic in the casket
The flask hit the myelin sheath
Hope woke, NOTE the smilin' teeth
I cured the born
But mourners preferred to mourn
Twisted by murder porn -- a word to warn
Your fears are destined to manifest
Whether you coast or plan the best
Amethyst amulets, I am obsessed
Let your camera rest
And have an unmediated experience for once
{Verse 2}
You search for your voice cause you don’t hear what you say
If you gotta do something then do it today
Jewels spray out my eyes and my hands
The front row faints, they're surprised in the stands
Gems fly out of the sand
And the Rainboa Constrictor can spy where they land
Achievement depends on the size of the plan
Mines is limited to the frogs that ribbitted. Timid as the guys in the band
I’m too original to be pigeon-holed, a wisened old man
Put one fist in the air like you’re punching a mobile
No ceiling to your feeling, can’t see it's so real
The pedals are mental, envision the bike path
My psyche is Nike, you likey my mic math
My passion is action, can't latch on silicone
Kill a clone, imagine
If cut, spill a poem
There’s hope for the future, suture cauterize
Bought lie and eyes water as the daughter dies
But I came to resurrect
Not like she never left
But with newfound respect
For the presence of her essence I choose to reflect
Circumspect people tread lightly
When they travel they just sightsee
Make yourself known
No one was exempt when I said what I meant
Only copy the spirit in which to invent
Give up giving up for lent
Just cause you fear a jewel
Don’t make you unspiritual
Here at school we know that denial
Though a viral spiral, is a part of survival
I will write the nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-new bible
Eyeball measurement, guestimate destined fate
What you’d expect? Me not to expectorate?
My soul’s all of space, each rhyme is a cloudburst
Move crowds first physically, those who disagree wowed worst
Purists say OW
The Moth Owl bowed to the earths
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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