It's that desease of the age

It's that desease that we crave

Alone at the end of the race

We catch the last bus home



Corporate America wakes

Coffee republic in case

We open the latch on the gate

Of the hole that we call our home



Protect me from what I want...

Protect me protect me



Maybe we're victims of fate

Remember when we'd celebrate

We'd drink and get high until late

And now we're all alone



Wedding bells ain't gonna chime

With both of us guilty of crime

And both of us sentenced to time

And now we're all alone



Protect me from what I want...

Protect me protect me

Protect me from what I want...

Protect me protect me



Protect me from what I want...

Protect me protect me

Protect me from what I want...

Protect me protect me