I like fast cars
And faster temptations
Brushes with death
And low expectations

Time for the fast lane
And less apprehension
Time for long distances
And cold comprehension

Cause I like it my way
All of the time
With fountains of beer
Flowing into my mind

I like the fast life
With no pause to wonder
With nightmares abound
And dreams left asunder

Because fast is the place
We're all of us dwell
Our shared delusion of heaven
But our own personal ...