Texty: Heart Attacks (The). Hellbound And Heartless. Fast Times Attached.

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