Screeching Weasel Under The Bus
Under the bus again And it's funny that all I can't say that I'm really surprised
I have to try again But like always, I'm in it 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 weak from the champs And the boys from the men, if you just do the math I'm left under the bus
And they'll try to chase after the back of my head And thanks for your love, but I won't soon forget All the weak-minded, cowardly, fair-weathered friends Who threw my 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 half, Feeling you just can't make this stuff up
When the heat is on them, they come sniffing around I'll say thanks, but no thanks, I'm gonna blow the man down 'Cause I might be a dick, but at least I'm not proud
And I'm here By myself
Under the bus [x4]
