'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 suffering So use me for parts To you, I'm just salvage I ain't run right in years So drive me, then gut me Deceive and fuck me, then disappear Steal all my jokes Won't you tell them to them? Then act like you're someone that could be someone Worth loving 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 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 She don't use me for scraps or throw my ass back When I hit potholes And I'm flying down free ways Goin' 117 And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback Racing 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 flying down free ways Going 117 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