Faster Faster
G.B.H. · Race Against Time: Clay Years [2007]
A rapid night, and I'm feeling good,
I paid enough an' I guess I should.
I've gotta get up, I've gotta go,
It's two o'clock, I've gotta go, my watch is slow.
Faster faster, the race is on,
Faster faster, I think I'm gone.
I cannot sleep when I'm in this state,
My mind is running, accelerate.
I'm talking fast, not saying much,
you're so close and I want to touch.
Increase my intake of nicotine,
I've got a small problem if you know what I mean.
But you can help me if you can,
Then I'll prove that I'm still a man.
I paid enough an' I guess I should.
I've gotta get up, I've gotta go,
It's two o'clock, I've gotta go, my watch is slow.
Faster faster, the race is on,
Faster faster, I think I'm gone.
I cannot sleep when I'm in this state,
My mind is running, accelerate.
I'm talking fast, not saying much,
you're so close and I want to touch.
Increase my intake of nicotine,
I've got a small problem if you know what I mean.
But you can help me if you can,
Then I'll prove that I'm still a man.
Faster Faster
G.B.H. delivers a high-octane track on 'Race Against Time: Clay Years,' a 2007 release that exemplifies the band's signature blend of punk energy and melodic sensibility. The song serves as a dynamic centerpiece on the album, reflecting the group's ability to craft infectious hooks within their established genre framework. Recorded during a period of consistent output, the track showcases the band's proficiency in balancing aggressive instrumentation with catchy choruses, a hallmark of their discography from the mid-2000s. It stands alongside other notable recordings on the same album, contributing to a cohesive body of work that defined their sound during this era.