Standard (EADGBE)
Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line
With one foot on the road now where the Cyborgs are driving
With the WD 40 (in their veins)
The screeching little brakes complain
With my briefcase empty and a hole in my shoe
I try to stay friendly through the sugary abuse
Tell my secretary now to hold all my calls
I believe I can hear through these walls.
Oh please Save Me
Save me from myself
I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf
You said you'd always fall for the un-der-dog
Well I've beem dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust
A 37 thousand foot wanderlust
With skyline number 9 kicked off in my mind
Can you hear me screaming out now
through the telephone line
Oh please Save Me
Save me from myself
I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf
You said you'd always fall for the un-der-dog