The body's a temple; that's what we're told I've treated this one like an old honky-tonk Greasy cheeseburgers and cheap cigarettes One day, they'll get me if they ain't got me yet 'Cause I'm living in fast forward A hillbilly rock star out of control I'm living in fast forward Now I need to rewind real slow My friends all grew up; they settled down Built nice little houses on the outskirts of town They work in their office, drive SUVs They pray for their babies, and they worry 'bout me 'Cause I'm living in fast forward A hillbilly rock star out of control I'm living in fast forward Now I need to rewind real slow I'm always runnin' Son-of-a-gunnin' I've had a good time, it's true But the way I've been goin' It's time that I toned it Down just a notch or two Oh yeah Well, I'm living in fast forward A hillbilly rock star out of control I'm living in fast forward Now I need to rewind real slow Yeah, I'm living in fast forward A hillbilly rock star out of control I'm living in fast forward Now I need to rewind real slow Yeah, I need to rewind real slow Yeah, I still got some miles to go