| Lord, Save Me from Myself |
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| 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 sex 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 |
