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
