Lyrics:

Two Black Lines Streaming Out Like A Guidance Line.
put One Foot On The Road Now Where The Sybourgs() Are Driving,
with The Wd-40 In Their Veins-
your Screeching Little Brakes Complains.
with The Briefcase Empty And The Holes In My Shoes,
i Try To Stay Friendly For The Sugary Abuse.
so Tell My Secretary Now To Hold All Of 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 Underdog.

well I've Been Dreaming Of Jetstreams And Kicking Up Dust,
a Thirty Seven Thousand Foot Wonderlust
and With Skyline Number 9 Ticked Off On My Mind,
oh Can You Hear Me Screaming Out Now Through The Telephone Lines.

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 Underdog.

save Me.

save Me.

save Me.

save Me.