Lord, save me from myselfnMy mind's seen the glorynOf this hollow modern shellnSex is a grand productionnBut I'm bored with that as wellnnAah-aah-aahnAah-aah-aahnLord, save me from myselfnnElectric sun keeps shiningnWrapping daughters in chromenThis world is where I breathenBut let it never be called homenVultures make moneynIt's where my body fellnnAah-aah-aahnAah-aah-aahnLord, save me from myselfnn[guitar interlude]nnVultures make moneynI'm bored with that as well (or I'm poor without as well?)nnAah-aah-aahnAah-aah-aahnAah-aah-aahnLord, save me from myself