'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

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 believe, you cannot tear down
What's built up strong now, thankfully
Oh, I believe that you cannot tear down
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