@ 320 CBR 2003.03.24 [Sleeping With Ghosts] (11/12) It's the disease of the age It's the disease that we crave Alone at the end of the rave We catch the last bus home
Corporate America wakes Coffee republic and cakes 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 (x4)