Fast hits fuel this rush of another day Petty crimes and the idea of getting away Fast lies is the currency with which I pay Fast times attach to me, baby Fast hits from a fistful of brass, Spitting blood, always fighting as if it was the last Fast times in the local city street Fast times attach to me, baby Fast love as a new face that I don't know Tears drop, with a heart split left to sew When fast times attach, nowhere to go Fast times attach to me, baby When fast times attach, fast times attach