Screeching Weasel Follow

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
When will they manage it
Bringing up the rear half,
thinking 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 them

And I'm here
By myself

Under the bus [x4]