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