Screeching Weasel - Under The Bus lyrics
[Screeching Weasel - Under The Bus lyrics]
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
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
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
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