Under The Bus

Under the bus again And in spite of it all, I can't say that I'm really surprised Hung out to dry again But like always, I'll manage to land on my feet one more time And I don't know whether to cry or to laugh 'Cause it separates all of the wheat from the chaff And the boys from the men, if you just do the math I'm left under the bus [Guitar solo] And the tire tracks left on the back of my head Will fade soon enough, but I won't soon forget All the weak-minded, cowardly, fair-weather friends Who threw me under the bus There goes my former band Slinking off, leaving four piss-colored stains on the rug Label and management Bringing up the rear, how fitting You just can't make this stuff up When the heat is off, and they come sniffing around I'll say thanks but no thanks and then blow the man down 'Cause I might be a jerk, but at least I'm no clown And I'm here by myself Under the bus Under the bus Under the bus Under the bus