It's that desease of the age
It's that desease that we crave
Alone at the end of the race/rave
We catch the last bus home
Corporate america wakes
Coffee republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gates
Of the hole that we call our home
(chorus)
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me
(verse 2)