’68 Fastback (Live from Tulsa)

[Introduction (Speaking)]
I'm not tryin' to depress anyone on a Thursday night, but this is a song called "'68 Fastback"
Hope you guys don't hate it

Thank you so much Tulsa for being here
I love each and every one of you

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse]
Well, 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 ran right in years
So drive me, then gut me, deceive and fuck me
Then disappear
Well, take all my jokes
Won't you 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, ah, you'll sell 'em cheap
Hell, 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 am the driver
And I'm choosing the high road
They don't use me for scraps or throw my ass back
When I hit potholes

[Chorus]
And I'm flying down freeways
Going 117
And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
Racing me

[Bridge]
And 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
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

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Chorus]
And I'm flying down freeways
Going 117
And a '68 Fastback looks like a hatchback
Next to me