"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.
Let him crave understanding
Let him crave your wisdom
Let him crave
Let him need you
Father, by self-control
I'm just a Judas, lookin' for a silver line
And tomorrow is still a step behind
Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time
Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine
So hear me out
Let's hear it for the damaged
Who understands but the broken?
Developed in the arms of spite
I'm all fucked up and I make it look good
Adrenaline sight tonight
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool, birth of the cruel
Remember how you spent the best part of forever
In a state of pure disease?
It was another thing altogether
To forget that you brought out the worst in me
Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do
You just wish you'd hate like I do
We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise
Fighting off a generation too uptight
We're all dressed up with nobody to kill
The rhetoric stops tonight
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is
Never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool
Birth of the
Birth of the cruel
Yeah
Now's not the time for denying
Shifting the focus to scare
Let's not forget we're all guilty
All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Let him crave understanding
Let him crave your wisdom
Let him crave
Let him need you
Father, by self-control
That he can see, look at the enemy in front of him
Because cursed, not today, sucker
Go back to Hell where you belong
Let him crave your wisdom
Let him crave
Let him need you
Father, by self-control
I'm just a Judas, lookin' for a silver line
And tomorrow is still a step behind
Hey, hey, drama, I'd love to be a waste of your time
Oh no, thanks so much for wasting mine
So hear me out
Let's hear it for the damaged
Who understands but the broken?
Developed in the arms of spite
I'm all fucked up and I make it look good
Adrenaline sight tonight
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is, never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool, birth of the cruel
Remember how you spent the best part of forever
In a state of pure disease?
It was another thing altogether
To forget that you brought out the worst in me
Hey, karma, you don't feel like I do
You just wish you'd hate like I do
We are the bitter, the maladjusted and wise
Fighting off a generation too uptight
We're all dressed up with nobody to kill
The rhetoric stops tonight
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Sick, sickened, I'm sickening, I'm stricken by the fist
Blessed are the fires that have burned me
Listen to this, the lesson is
Never underestimate the agony
Death of the fool
Birth of the
Birth of the cruel
Yeah
Now's not the time for denying
Shifting the focus to scare
Let's not forget we're all guilty
All three dimensions polluted by earnest despair
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm overthrown
I'm over your throne
I'm over it
Let him crave understanding
Let him crave your wisdom
Let him crave
Let him need you
Father, by self-control
That he can see, look at the enemy in front of him
Because cursed, not today, sucker
Go back to Hell where you belong
Lyrics submitted by EternalTearsOfSorrow
Birth of the Cruel Lyrics as written by Jim Root Sid Wilson
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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