'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