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