Underdog (Save Me)

Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line

Put one foot on the road now, where the cyborgs are driving

With the WD40 in their veins, the 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 on to 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 jet streams and kicking up dust

A thirty-seven-thousand-foot wanderlust

And with skyline number 9 ticked off in 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