It’s
the desease of the age...............
It’s
the desease 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..............
Maybe
we’re victims of the 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.....................
With
both of us sentenced to time..............