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