Fast company You're going nowhere, you're going nowhere fast Now, where you going? Now, what's the rush? You listen here No, you just hush I know what you think That man don't know anything But I've been around a while

Ashes blowin' in the air I was on fire but we don't care, yeah Wasted youth, always on the road Never looking back, and we're never getting old 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart's made of gold Fuck doing what you're told We're going nowhere fast