Protect Me From What I Want
It's the disease of the ageIt's the disease that we craveAlone at the end of the raveWe catch the last bus home
Corporate America wakesCoffee republic and cakesWe open the latch on the gateOf the hole that we call our home
Protect me from what I want...Protect me protect me
Maybe we're victims of fateRemember when we'd celebrateWe'd drink and get high until lateAnd now we're all alone
Wedding bells ain't gonna chimeWith both of us guilty of crimeAnd both of us sentenced to timeAnd now we're all alone
Protect me from what I want...Protect me protect meProtect me from what I want...Protect me protect me
Protect me from what I want...Protect me protect meProtect me from what I want...Protect me protect me