'68 Fastback

Take my soul, take my heart 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 And 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 Yeah, you'll sell 'em quick Yeah, you'll sell 'em cheap Hey, 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 And now I've got a driver Who chooses the high road They don't use me for scraps Or throw my ass back When I hit potholes And I'm flying down freeways Going 117 And a '68 Fastback Looks like a hatchback Racing me I, I believe That you cannot tear down What's built up strong now Thankfully Oh, I believe That you cannot teardown What's built up strong now Thankfully And I'm flying down freeways Going 117 And a '68 Fastback Looks like a hatchback Next to me