Nur Ein IX - Fast Lane Junkies

[Caravan Ray]

Fast Lane Junkies
- The Tydon Docks


Shootin' up in the fast lane
Shootin' up in the fast lane
Just been down to Brisbane
Now we're ridin' the white train
Shootin' up in the fast lane
Goin' faster than a jet plane
Shootin' up in the fast lane
Shootin' up in the fast lane

High drivin' is insane
Shootin' up in the fast lane
In the thunder and hard rain
Shootin' up in the fast lane
Put a spike into my vein
Feel the rush into my brain
'Sister Ray' is playin'
Shootin' up in the fast lane

Flash of blue in the windscreen
Hear the squeal of the siren
Sqaud car in our slipstream
Piggies havin' a wet dream

Put a foot on the pedal
Press it down to the metal
We blow outta Gatton
Like the steam from a kettle
We been down to Brisbane
Where we went to see a man
Where we stood in the Valley
With our money in our hand
Then back on the highway
Head back to the Range
3 bags full of powder
And $1.20 change
Yeah, 3 bags of powder
That's 3 bags of fun
And the Warrego is looking like
the barrel of a gun

Shootin' up in the fast lane
We're goin' home
We're goin' home in the fast lane

[BenKrieger]

When I was young I wanted to ride the freight train
My hair was long, my stamina was insane
You had to eat my dust to keep up with me
I'd call the boys, we'd head out on the highway
We'd tailgate to get them out of our way
We'd push the needle into infinity

We were fast lane movin
Fast lane groovin
fast lane junkies!
We were fast lane burning
Fast lane swerving
fast lane junkies!

We're never ever gonna slow down

I call them up, I tell em it's the nighttime
they turn me down, they say it ain't the right time
they've got commitments and a new family
feel that needle running down
i can't make passes 'less i'm wearing glasses
still i want to rule this town
hearts still burning
wheels are not turning
i've got the need but i've lost my speed

Fast lane needin
Fast lane bleeding
fast lane junkies!
fast lane burning
Fast lane turning
fast lane swerving

Gotta go back tonight!
I just wanna go back to the fast lane
I just wanna go back to the fast lane
I can never go back to the fast lane

Fast lane tryin
Fast lane dyin
fast lane junkies!
fast lane needin
Fast lane bleedin
fast lane junkies

We can never get back
We can never go back

[Paco Del Stinko]

Fast Lane Junkies - Paco del Stinko

Some people don't care if they wait - Stand around and read a magazine
I ain't got time to share their fate - And no patience for their yappa scene - not me

I pick'em up and put'em down toss the basket to the floor (The floor)
A pack of gum some cheese and beans and not one item more (No more)
I put the bar to mark my turf and disallow the squalor (Squalor)
Then I take my change and bag of stuff as I stash my wallet

Fast lane Junkies
Fast lane Junkies
Fast lane Junkies
Fast lane Junkies

They need to do everything fast, they live in a whirlwind
And when they get stuck in a line, their heads start a'twirling
Driving fast down the breakdown lane, the others don't move fast enough
Autobahn is like a parking lot, they always need to flex their stuff

Cryin' kids and fidgeting parents - Eternal statues in the sun
I really dig it when they start a'staring - As I march past to have my fun - yeah

I paid some extra money so I don't have to wait in line (In line)
I'm like the Flash from extra cash and you're lke Frankenstein (N' Stein)
Away I go up in the air and roller coaster out the door (The Door)
Then I give you a nod and a wink still standing where you were before

Fast lane Junkies
Fast lane Junkies
Fast lane Junkies
Fast lane Junkies
Fuh-fuh-fuh-Fast lane junkies
Fuh-fuh-fuh-Fast lane junkies
Fuh-fuh-fuh-Fast lane junkies
Fuh-fuh-fuh-Fast lane junkies

[iVeg]

[Nein]

We're the guys who make the pizza pies
Pile the toppings high,
Bake it till the cheese is done just right
We delight in fast delivery

Ticket hungry police keep our drivers slow
Following us everywhere we go
They cramp our style cuz
Forty miles an hour is insanity

We're fast lane junkies, forced to take our time
Just because the man in blue says speeding is a crime
We're fast lane junkies, forced to take our time
Just because the man in blue says "Fifty dollar fine"

I grabbing the bag and I hitting the door
Turn on the sign put the gas to the floor
Cutting the corner to miss the red light,
I hope there's no cops on the highway tonight
I vaulting the fence cuz I trained in parkour
In twenty-some minutes it's fresh at your door
Pit bulls respect me I smell like fried meat
Take your cash, baby, I'm back on the street

We try to bribe them but they won't let up
Meat lovers pizza, side of wings and two cups of
Your favorite caffienated carbonated beverage

"3 points on your license"

I grabbing the orders I turn on the sign
Gotta get good tips to pay off the fine
Right at the light do a slow rolling stop
Flashing blue lights there's another mad cop
I try to bribe him with wings and a Coke
He says "Vegetarian" and I see the smoke
Coming out of his eqrs like a thick London fog
I drive away quickly without my lights on

"Ho! Suspend your licence"

[noma]

Phil and Mike got drunk and threw up
All over the floor.
Now that they puked the whole booze out,
There's space for even more.

Sandra's got no time for you,
She's busy all day long
Partying with Joe and Marty,
Chanting this here song:

"Life in the fast lane,
The only way we know.
It's true, we're fast lane junkies
And your life is way too slow
For fast lane junkies like we are
So we hope you don't mind
If we don't share your way of life
And leave you right behind."

Simon says "YOLO!" and then
He jumps down from the tree
Nature was kind, fortunately,
He only hurt his knee.

Last night, Larissa had a ride
200 miles an hour
"Hell yeah!" she screamed excitedly
As she crashed into the tower.

Life in the fast lane,
The only way they know.
It's true, they're fast lane junkies
And your life is way too slow
For fast lane junkies like they are
So I hope you don't mind
If they don't share your way of life
And leave you right behind.

My friend called me up the other day
And this is what he had to say:

My neighbor sucks, he tells me to mow my lawn
'Cuz it doesn't please his eye.
God hates me 'cuz I eat prawn,
Such infidels must die.

And if I will, then it'll be...

Death in the fast lane,
The only way he knows.
It's true, he's a fast lane junkie
'Cuz that's the life he chose.
Yes! Life in the fast lane, honey!
Ready for the show?
'Cuz we're all fast lane junkies,
The only way we know.

Life in the fast lane,
The only way we know.
It's true, we're fast lane junkies
And your life is way too slow
For fast lane junkies like we are
So we hope you don't mind
If you don't share our way of life
We'll leave you right behind.

[furrypedro]

Balance Lost

There's no words to describe my condition
When the key turns inside the ignition
A fuel injection straight into my veins
The engine rumble releases my pain
Eat my dust, don't care if you're ready
I'm Barry Sheene, I'm Mario Andretti
And driver all night to my hearts desire
Full tank of gas and air in my tyres

A full tank of petrol, air in my tyres

I'm sneaking up on you, I'm slip-streaming
I got some new lyrics for the rhyme scheme
And you might feel safe 'cause you don't see me
What you got's a false sense of security
I'll sneak up and snatch victory at the last
In the future you'll be a thing of the past
It don't matter now if I fall behind
As long as I'm in front when I reach the finish line

Warm nights, street lights, never takes as long
How can something so good be so wrong?
I can't resist the appeal
The feeling I get when I'm behind the wheel
It's not just a tool but a catalyst
I can't take withdrawal from my favourite hit and I'm gone
You won't see me for days
Ride highways into the sunset again

Ride highways into the sunset again

7 O'clock, wake and bake
Middle lane hog, I'll undertake
Leave your tachophobia at the door
The accelerator ain't coming off of the floor
Keep your wits about you 'cause when I'm on it
It might be you I scrape off of the bonnet
I'm gonna leave your trophy cabinet barren
Like Ayrton Senna driving in a McLaren
I'm sneaking up on you, I'm slip-streaming
I got some new lyrics for the rhyme scheme
And you might feel safe 'cause you don't see me
What you got's a false sense of security
I'll sneak up and snatch victory at the last
In the future you'll be a thing of the past
It don't matter now if I fall behind
As long as I'm in front when I reach the finish line

[Ross]

Fast Lane Junkies (y en espanol por Carlo Bruno)
by Ross Durand

Well you don't know where you’re going
But you’re sure to get there faster than anybody else
With your hands at ten-and-two, you don't care about the view
All you seem to care about is yourself

Got yer pedal to the metal, ain't got time to waste
On all the things that you're passing by
Or the people in your dust, all you know is that you must
Get there fast and hopefully alive

You’re livin’ your life in the fast lane
You get your high from the fast lane
Your life is passin’ you by in the fast lane

Well yer blowin’ past the exits, just enjoyin’ the rush
Gettin’ high from the sheer feel of speed
No matter how fast you push you just can't get enough
And you think you're chasin’ things that you need

And when you finally get there, I hope it measures up
To all the things you're passing up on the way
You can slow down any time you want
At least that's what you always say

But you get your high from the fast lane
Yeah you’re livin’ your life in the fast lane
Your life is passin’ you by in the fast lane

And yer all lined up, flashin’ brights at the taillights, me me me me me!
You gotta pass, gotta pass, keep poundin’ on the gas, you got somewhere really important to be, yesterday
I hope you gotta seatbelt, prob’ly need a helmet, wish you thought about the things that you do
And I don't give a fuck if you get stuck behind a truck with all the other junkies just like you
In the fast lane

Get your high in the fast lane
Livi’n your life in the fast lane
Life’s passin’ you by in the fast lane

Get high in the fast lane
Livin’ your life in the fast lane
Hope you don’t die in the fast lane

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Junkies carril rápido (en Espanol)

Usted no sabe a dónde va
Pero está seguro de que va a llegar allí antes que los demás
Sus manos están en el volante , que no están buscando en el paisaje
Sólo está preocupado por ti mismo

Usted ha empujado hacia abajo el pedal , usted no quiere perder el tiempo
En las cosas que usted está conduciendo pasado
O las personas que se va detrás de ti,
Usted sólo sabe que tiene que llegar, esperamos que pueda llegar con vida

Usted está viviendo su vida en el carril rápido
Usted recibe su alta de la vía rápida
Tu vida te está pasando en el carril rápido

Usted está de paso todas las salidas , disfrutando de la emoción
Obtención de alta de la sensación de la velocidad
No importa lo rápido que vayas no es suficiente
Y usted piensa que usted está persiguiendo cosas que usted necesita

Cuando finalmente llegar a dónde va , espero que se compara bien
Para todo lo que han pasado por
Puede reducir la velocidad cada vez que quiera
Al menos eso es lo que siempre dices

Pero usted consigue su alta de la vía rápida
Usted está viviendo su vida en el carril rápido
Tu vida te está pasando en el carril rápido

Y ustedes están alineados , parpadear las luces en la parte trasera del coche en frente de usted
Yo, yo, yo , yo, yo
Usted tiene que pasar , tiene que pasar , seguir presionando sobre el gas, que ha lugar muy importante estar , ayer
Espero que tenga un cinturón de seguridad , es probable que tenga un casco , te deseo lo pensado en las cosas que haces
Y no me importa si te quedas atascado detrás de un camión con todos los otros adictos como usted
En el carril rápido

Usted recibe su alta en el carril rápido
Vives tu vida en el carril rápido
La vida te está pasando en el carril rápido

Usted recibe su alta en el carril rápido
Vives tu vida en el carril rápido
Espero que no se muere en el carril rápido

[ken]

D F C A

She only needs two things
one is her man the other is speed
He only needs his wings
a long stretch of road where he can be free

Bb C A F-D-
Fast Lane Junkies are ready to go
Pedal to the metal when they’re out on the road
Fast Lane Junkies are ready to die
Foot on the gas and they’re ready to fly

He wants his wheels on the road
wind in his hair wherever he goes
She sits behind on his metal steed
holding her man and feeling him breathe

Fast Lane Junkies are ready to go
Pedal to the metal when they’re out on the road
Fast Lane Junkies are ready to die
Foot on the gas and they’re ready to fly

Gm
Hemi-powered lovers don’t need a home
they’re satiated where sunshine meets chrome
Hemi-powered lovers crave the thrill of the ride
They have a thirst for living and they’re willing to die

Solo - D C G Bb-A-

Fast Lane Junkies are ready to go
Pedal to the metal when they’re out on the road
Fast Lane Junkies are ready to die
Foot on the gas and they’re ready to fly

Fast Lane Junkies are out of control
Pedal to the metal when they’re out on the road
Fast Lane Junkies are ready to fly
Foot on the gas and they’re willing to die

[Lunkhead]

Fast Lane Junkies
by Merisan

There’s a man in town
got a new model-T
thinks he’s made of money
but he don’t fool me

Rambling on Main Street
he struts the scene
turned in his cologne
for some gasoline

Slow down Daddy, you move too fast
Don’t you know this life ain't gonna last
Got the devil in you, and that shiny steel
With your eyes on the road, but his hand on the wheel.

Oh the times have changed
I suppose they should
we got book learned people
doing lot’s of good

But the world ain't made
of paper and glue
If a man’s gonna sin
That’s just what he’ll do

Slow down Daddy, you move too fast
Don’t you know this life ain't gonna last
Got the devil in you, and that shiny steel
With your eyes on the road, but his hand on the wheel.

Oh the whiskey runs red
under the cover of night
All you fast lane junkies
gonna see the light

cause a man can’t resist
all that power and speed
and what started as fun
has turned into need

and what started as fun
has turned into need

and what started as fun
has turned into need

Slow down Daddy, you move too fast
Don’t you know this life ain't gonna last
Got the devil in you, and that shiny steel
With your eyes on the road, but his hand on the wheel.

Slow down Daddy, you move too fast
Don’t you know this life ain't gonna last
Got the devil in you, and that shiny steel
With your eyes on the road, but his hand on the wheel.

[glennny]

Cavedwellers Fast Lane Junkies
Exhibition track

Verse1
It's now how I was raised, to overtake on the right hand side
But my mama said to get out of the slow lane
So I grew up unfazed at the chaos on the free-freeways
And the traffic moving slower than Soul Train

Pre Ch1
What So Never the Dance was playing and i ws funking out

Chorus
An army full of keep-right signs
Don't make no difference
To the fast lane junkies chasing their lines
To the left to the left
An army full of keep-right signs
Don't make no difference

Verse2
I don’t like what I’ve become, everything’s a competition
I wonder what it’s like to stop and smell the roses
The best is yet to come, if I can get there soon enough
The worst will happen if I’m too late arriving

Pre Ch 2
What So Never the Dance was ending and I was nowhere near

Chorus
1st half of Fast Chorus (same as regular chorus)
2nd half of Fast Chorus
Alarming little slice of life
they gotta keep a movin
always proving that they’re alive
to the death to the death
There is havoc in the traffic
Giving pleasure to the junkie

Pre Ch 3
What So Never the Dance was over and i was out of time

Chorus
fast Chorus