Låttexter: Gil Scott-Heron. Fast Lane.

Watching players dealing in the fast lane
Set your camera shutters for the fast frames
Like Charlie Chaplin movies that go so quick
Fending off a stampede is no easy trick
Pulses pounding, people rounding dead ends
At this pace you'll never hold your old friends
Try to build relations that just won't stick
Examining the options you take your pick
Moving too fast?
That's a question only you can answer
Losing your grip!
Are your palms a little bit slippery, huh?
If you crash
Crash landings always got the captain to blame
But you're the captain driving in the fast lane

Losers there to see you in the fast lane
Misery loves company so they claim
Excitement is the currency we deal in
Nursing your casualties so healing
If you want to major in distraction
Too bad if you're not pleased with my reaction
But I've seen so much out here that it is real plain
That nothing last for long out in the fast lane

I don't want to come off like a preacher
But I swear it's not too late to return
Somehow square and hip got put in reverse
Putting things in fifth gear made it much worse
None of this may influence your direction
But I hope you can still take suggestions
There's a woman out there calling your name
Hope that you don't blow it in the fast lane

Moving too fast!
We're all praying that somehow you don't crash