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