It's the disease of the age
It's the disease of the crave
alone at the end of the rave
we catch the last bus home
corporate America wakes
coffee republica ans cakes
we open the latch on the gate
Of the hole we call our home

Protect me from what I want

Maybe we're victims of 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
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone

Placebo - Protect me from what I want