Testo '68 Fastback

Take my soul
Take my heart
Tear me apart
If I'm good for anything
Its 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
Hеy, you'll give 'em for free
But I cleanеd 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

Ah, I believe
You cannot tear down
What's built up strong now
Thankfully
Oh I believe
That you cannot teardown
What's built up strong now
Thankfully
And I'm tearing down freeways
Going 117
And a '68 Fastback
Looks like a hatchback next to me