Lord, Save Me from Myself

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 *** is a grand production

But I'm bored with that as well

Ah, ah, Lord save me from myself

Electric sun keep shining

Ripen daughters of the chrome

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, Lord save me from myself

Where the vultures make the money

Yeah, I'm bored with that as well

Ah, ah, ah, Lord save me from myself