'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