'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