Testo: Bad Religion. The New America. The Fast Life.

The silent stray inertia
No burden on my back
No determinance, no ballast
No chance of looking back
It doesn't matter what's ahead
It's time I'll hit it hard
No fixing my position
No sign of retard
It's the fast life
There's nothing I can do
The fast life
Suck it in and follow through
The fast life
Just learning as I go
You might call it careless
but this fast life
is all I've ever known
Like a wispy feather
Defying gravity
Or a rolling cobble
in the middle of the stream
Propelled by a ghost force
that never shows his face
Increase the ante
of this perpetual pace
It's the fast life
There's nothing I can do