B5 A5 G5 (x2)

B5              A5                       G5
  Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line
B5                       A5                   G5
  With one foot on the road now where the Cyborgs are driving
B5         A5  G5
 With the WD 40 (in their veins)
B5                       A5            G5
 The screeching little brakes complain

B5                   A5              G5
 With my briefcase empty and a hole in my shoe
B5              A5                       G5
 I try to stay friendly through the sugary abuse
B5              A5                G5
 Tell my secretary now to hold all my calls
B5                   A5                       G5
 I believe I can hear through these walls.

G5          A5
Oh please Save Me
G5                 E5
Save me from myself
     A5                G5                E5
I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf
A5                       G5             E5     A5
You said you'd always fall for the un-der-dog

B5                                A5                    G5
 Well I've beem dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust
B5       A5                G5
 A 37 thousand foot wanderlust
B5                   A5                   G5
 With skyline number 9 kicked off in my mind
B5                        A5
 Can you hear me screaming out now
                      G5
 through the telephone line

G5          A5
Oh please Save Me
G5                 E5
Save me from myself
     A5                G5                E5
I can't be the only one stuck on the shelf
A5                       G5             E5     A5
You said you'd always fall for the un-der-dog