Underdog (save Me)

Two black line 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 the screeching little brakes complain.

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? be the only one stuck on the shelf.

You said you? always fall for the underdog.

Well I've been dreaming of jetstreams and kicking up dust,

A thirty seven thousand foot of wonderlust

And with skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind,

Oh 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? always fall for the underdog