I'm not tryin' to depress anyone on a Thursday night, but this is a song called "'68 Fastback" Hope you guys don't hate it Thank you so much Tulsa for being here I love each and every one of you
Well, take my soul, take my heart Won't you tear me apart? If I'm good for anything, it's all of this suffering So use me for parts
To you, I'm just salvage I ain't ran right in years So drive me, then gut me, deceive and fuck me Then disappear
Well, take all my jokes Won't you tell them to them? And act like you're someone that could be someone Worth loving
And steal all the good parts You found in me Uh, you'll sell 'em quick, uh, you'll sell 'em cheap Hell, you'll give 'em for free
But I cleaned all my pistons I'm running on 91 And I'm piecing myself back off the shelf One by one
Now I am the driver And I'm choosing the high road They won't use me for scraps or throw my ass back When I hit potholes
And I'm flying down freeways Going 170 And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback Racing me
I, I believe You cannot tear down what's built up strong now Thankfully I, I believe You cannot tear down what's built up strong now Thankfully
And I'm flying down freeways Going 170 And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback Next to me