'68 Fastback (Live)

Take my soul, take my heart

Won't you tear me apart?

If I'm good for anything, it's all of this sufferin'

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, steal all my jokes

Won't you tell them to them?

And act like you're someone that could be someone

Worth lovin'

Steal all the good parts

That you found in me

Yeah, you'll sell 'em quick, hell, you'll sell 'em cheap

Yeah, you'll give 'em for free

Well, I cleaned all my pistons

I'm runnin' on 91

And I'm piecin' myself back off the shelf

One by one

And now I've got a driver

Who chooses the high road

She don't use me for scraps or throw my ass back

When I hit potholes

And I'm flyin' down freeways

Goin' one-seventeen

And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback

Racin' me

'Cause I believe

You cannot tear down what's built up strong now

Thankfully

Oh, I believe

You cannot tear down what's built up strong now

Thankfully

And I'm flyin' down freeways

Goin' one-seventeen

And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback

Next to me

Everyone feelin' alright?

Okay, it's only fitting, I wrote a song a long time ago called "Snow"

You guys have beared through it