Lord, save me from myself
My mind's seen the glory
Of this hollow modern shell
Sex is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well
Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Lord, save me from myself
Electric sun keeps shining
Wrapping daughters in chrome
This world is where I breathe
But let it never be called home
Vultures make money
It's where my body fell
Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Lord, save me from myself
[guitar interlude]
Vultures make money
I'm bored with that as well (or "I'm poor without as well"?)
Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Lord, save me from myself