"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.
[Intro]
Hi everybody, hope you’re doing well
Today I want to talk to you about the different levels of the spirit world
[Verse]
I been floating down the River Styx
Skipper cap, sipping on what’s missing from your mini fridge
Insulated slicker dripping winter like it’s Britney bitch
Crops wither, docks splinter into popsicle sticks
Beyond the hissy fit, he aim for the hound dog
I’m Bamm-Bamm, pianos fall on me and bounce off
Vampyrella riding pillion through the even tide
Indecency that deck the halls, an eye in each Venеtian blind
I’m beat into the Venus fly, еars back and hackles up
Shift in with the shadow play, I show 'em how to rabbit hunt
It helps if you’re particularly paranoid
Enough to know there’s no such thing as an extraction point
Attaboy, I’m a sucker for stolen bases
Bathing in open ocean and shaving in Mobil stations
Away from the hocus pocus
The nauseating social codes and motives
The homies demoted to interlopers
Look, I can help you tumble through the galaxy
Somersaulting backwards in a vacuous finality
Shabby chic, overnight a fireball from magic camp
Inspired by a bonsai flying to Manhattan clam
No hands, pissing off the ferry, mission ready
The flesh and blood are present while the rest is vision questing
Plugged in, gloves off, shushing all tough talk
Nowhere to be found at the trust fall
I'm saying “fuck y’all”, live and direct
I make a Judas shoot a flare up from the isle of the dead
I got a network in the netherworld I seldom reveal
It get a threat to get to stepping out my energy field
Behold the nobody who show up uninvited like his chute failed
Blue-streak speak in minor pentatonic blues scale
Doors blast open for the never not backlit
Never not eradicating pathogens
Ratcatcher capture both the flag and the bannermen
Batter up, throw a badass to the basilisk
Throw a fucking crab off a mountain top
Free freefalling with the shuttle parts and flowerpots
Odd hours, I’m up with the spotted owls
Spot a coward in the commons how he spot a common mouse
At a half mile, last-minute mohawk
Eyes closed, ear to the road salt, all I hear is Mozart
Gale force winds whipping through your floppy hat
Glitch in hologram, trick any polygraph
Chocolate from the faucet, fish in the lava lamp
Sofa on the ceiling only come down for karate class
I’m in pajama bottoms listening to Chaka Khan
Eating my (?) knocking posses out the polygon
I see who proper hobnobbing with the la-di-da
That kind of shit is simply not the way I pop and lock
Hi everybody, hope you’re doing well
Today I want to talk to you about the different levels of the spirit world
[Verse]
I been floating down the River Styx
Skipper cap, sipping on what’s missing from your mini fridge
Insulated slicker dripping winter like it’s Britney bitch
Crops wither, docks splinter into popsicle sticks
Beyond the hissy fit, he aim for the hound dog
I’m Bamm-Bamm, pianos fall on me and bounce off
Vampyrella riding pillion through the even tide
Indecency that deck the halls, an eye in each Venеtian blind
I’m beat into the Venus fly, еars back and hackles up
Shift in with the shadow play, I show 'em how to rabbit hunt
It helps if you’re particularly paranoid
Enough to know there’s no such thing as an extraction point
Attaboy, I’m a sucker for stolen bases
Bathing in open ocean and shaving in Mobil stations
Away from the hocus pocus
The nauseating social codes and motives
The homies demoted to interlopers
Look, I can help you tumble through the galaxy
Somersaulting backwards in a vacuous finality
Shabby chic, overnight a fireball from magic camp
Inspired by a bonsai flying to Manhattan clam
No hands, pissing off the ferry, mission ready
The flesh and blood are present while the rest is vision questing
Plugged in, gloves off, shushing all tough talk
Nowhere to be found at the trust fall
I'm saying “fuck y’all”, live and direct
I make a Judas shoot a flare up from the isle of the dead
I got a network in the netherworld I seldom reveal
It get a threat to get to stepping out my energy field
Behold the nobody who show up uninvited like his chute failed
Blue-streak speak in minor pentatonic blues scale
Doors blast open for the never not backlit
Never not eradicating pathogens
Ratcatcher capture both the flag and the bannermen
Batter up, throw a badass to the basilisk
Throw a fucking crab off a mountain top
Free freefalling with the shuttle parts and flowerpots
Odd hours, I’m up with the spotted owls
Spot a coward in the commons how he spot a common mouse
At a half mile, last-minute mohawk
Eyes closed, ear to the road salt, all I hear is Mozart
Gale force winds whipping through your floppy hat
Glitch in hologram, trick any polygraph
Chocolate from the faucet, fish in the lava lamp
Sofa on the ceiling only come down for karate class
I’m in pajama bottoms listening to Chaka Khan
Eating my (?) knocking posses out the polygon
I see who proper hobnobbing with the la-di-da
That kind of shit is simply not the way I pop and lock
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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