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
Well, 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 one-seventeen
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 tear down what´s built up strong now
Thankfully

And I´m flying down freeways

Going one-seventeen
And a ´68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
Next to me