Take my soul take my heart, tear me apart
If I’m good for anything it’s all these suffering
So use me for part
To you I’m just salvage, I ain’t round rotten years
So drive me then gut me, deceive and **** me
Then disappear
Well take all my jokes and tell them to them
And act like you’re someone that could be someone worth lovin’
Instill all the good parts that you found in me
Yeah you’re sound quick yeah your seven cheek hey
You give ’em for free
But I’ll clean all my pistance
I’m runnin’old ’91
And I’m piecin’ 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 scrap so I thro my my ass back when I hit bad hole
And I’m flyin’ down freeway
Goin’ 117 and a ’68 fastback
Looks like a hatchback racin’ me
I believe you cannot tear down
What’s built up strong now
Thankfully
Oh I believe you cannot tear down
What’s build up strong now
Thankfully
And I’m flyin’ down freeways
Goin’ 117 And a ’68 fastback
Looks like a hatchback next to me
