Protect me from what I want

It's the disease of the age
It's the disease that we crave
Alone at the end of the rave
To catch the last bus home

Corporate America wakes
Coffe Republic and cakes
We open the latch on the gate
Of the hole that we call our home

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

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

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me
Protect me from what I want
Protect me, protect me

Protegeme de lo que quiero

Es la enfermedad de la edad
Es la enfermedad que imploramos
Solo al final de la fiesta
Cogemos el último autobús a casa

‘Corporate America’ despierta
‘Coffe Republic’ y pasteles
Abrimos el pestillo de la puerta
Del agujero al que llamamos nuestro hogar

Protégeme de lo que quiero
Protégeme de lo que quiero
Protégeme de lo que quiero
Protégeme, protégeme

Tal vez seamos víctimas del destino
Recuerda cuando solíamos celebrar
Solíamos beber y colocarnos hasta tarde
Y ahora estamos solos

Las campanas de boda no van a sonar
Ambos culpables del crimen
Y Ambos sentenciados por el tiempo
Y ahora estamos solos

Protégeme de lo que quiero
Protégeme de lo que quiero
Protégeme de lo que quiero
Protégeme, protégeme