Under Dog - Turin Brakes
Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line
Put one foot in the road now where the cyborgs
Are driving with the wd40 in their veins
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 jetstreams
And kicking up dust
A thirty seven thousand fool of wonderlust
With skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind
Oh can't 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'd always fall for the underdog
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me