My mind is dull and faded
From these years of buy and sell
My eyes have seen the glory
Of this hollow, modern shell
And sex is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Lord save me from myself
The electric sun keeps shining
Ripen daughters of the chrome
Yea, this world is where I breathe
Let it never be called home
Where the vultures make the money
Is where our bodies fell
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Lord save me from myself
The vultures make the money
Yea, I'm bored with that as well
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Lord save me from myself