"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.
Part of me won’t go away,
Everyday reminded how much I hate it.
Weighed it against the consequences,
Can’t live without it so it’s senseless.
Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole,
Take control of my life,
And wash out all the burnt taste,
I made the problems in the first place.
Hang my head low ‘cause it’s part of me,
You hardly see right next to the heart of me.
You heard of me, the routine scar,
New cuts cover where the old ones are,
And now I’m sick of this,
I can’t stand the sandpaper thoughts that grade on my sanity.
I'd rather not even be than the man that’s staring in the mirror through me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
I feel it everyday,
I feel I'm in my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
It can be frightening if you’ve never felt it.
Once it’s been dealt with you feel like you’ve been touched by something angelic,
And then melted down into a pool of peace,
Cease to be the animal you used to be.
Remove the broken parts you know were wrong
And feel the karma when the problem’s all gone,
And then you start to see
Another piece of yourself that you can’t let be.
Memories that'll last life to free yourself,
Take it to the depths of the bottom of the well,
And now you know that you can choose
To lose the part in your heart where your insides bruise.
You can live if you’re willing to,
Put a stop to just what’s killing you.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
I feel it everyday,
I feel I'm in my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
(Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.
Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.)
(This part of me won’t go away.)
(Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.)
(Part of me won't go away.)
(Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.)
(Everywhere I look around
I see how everything ought to be.
Everytime I see myself
There’s always something wrong with me.
Everywhere I look around
I see how everything ought to be.
Everytime I see myself
There's always something wrong with me.)
I feel it everyday,
I feel I made my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
I feel it everyday,
I feel I made my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
Everyday reminded how much I hate it.
Weighed it against the consequences,
Can’t live without it so it’s senseless.
Wanna cut it out of my soul
And just live with a gaping hole,
Take control of my life,
And wash out all the burnt taste,
I made the problems in the first place.
Hang my head low ‘cause it’s part of me,
You hardly see right next to the heart of me.
You heard of me, the routine scar,
New cuts cover where the old ones are,
And now I’m sick of this,
I can’t stand the sandpaper thoughts that grade on my sanity.
I'd rather not even be than the man that’s staring in the mirror through me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
I feel it everyday,
I feel I'm in my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
It can be frightening if you’ve never felt it.
Once it’s been dealt with you feel like you’ve been touched by something angelic,
And then melted down into a pool of peace,
Cease to be the animal you used to be.
Remove the broken parts you know were wrong
And feel the karma when the problem’s all gone,
And then you start to see
Another piece of yourself that you can’t let be.
Memories that'll last life to free yourself,
Take it to the depths of the bottom of the well,
And now you know that you can choose
To lose the part in your heart where your insides bruise.
You can live if you’re willing to,
Put a stop to just what’s killing you.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
Cut myself free willingly,
Stop just what’s killing me.
I feel it everyday,
I feel I'm in my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
(Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.
Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.)
(This part of me won’t go away.)
(Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.)
(Part of me won't go away.)
(Alive in me, inside of me,
A part of me screams all the way silently.)
(Everywhere I look around
I see how everything ought to be.
Everytime I see myself
There’s always something wrong with me.
Everywhere I look around
I see how everything ought to be.
Everytime I see myself
There's always something wrong with me.)
I feel it everyday,
I feel I made my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
I feel it everyday,
I feel I made my way.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
I feel it swell up inside,
Swell up inside, swallowing me.
Lyrics submitted by a scar in the sky
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