two black lines streaming out like a guidance line put one foot on the road now where the cyborgs are driving with the wd 40 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 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 37 000 foot wanderlust and with skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind oh can t 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 