It ’s that desease of the age
It ’s that desease that we crave
AIone at the end of the race
We catch the Iast bus home
Corporate America wakes
Coffee repubIic in case
We open the Iatch on the gate
Of the hoIe that we caII our home
Protect me from what I want…
Protect me protect me
Maybe we ’re victims of fate
Remember when we ’d ceIebrate
We ’d drink and get high untiI Iate
And now we ’re aII aIone
Wedding beIIs ain ’t gonna chime
With both of us guiIty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we ’re aII aIone
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