Bm A G G (X 2) Bm A G Two black lines streaming out like a guidance line Bm A G Put one foot on the road now where the Cyborgs are driving Bm A G With the WD-40 (in their veins) Bm A G The screeching little brakes complains Bm A G With the briefcase empty and holes in my shoes Bm A G I try to stay friendly for the sugary abuse Bm A G So tell my secretary now to hold on to my calls Bm A G I believe I can hear through these walls G A F#m G E Oh please save me, save me from myself A F#m G E I cant be the only one stuck on the shelf A F#m G E A F#m G E You said you'd always fall for the underdog oooohh Bm A G G (X 2) Bm A G Well i've been dreaming of jet streams and kicking up dust Bm A G A 37 thousand fool of wonder lust Bm A G With skyline number 9 ticked off in my mind
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