Lord, save me from myself
My mind's seen the glory
Of this hollow modern shell
Sex is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well

Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Lord, save me from myself

Electric sun keeps shining
Wrapping daughters in chrome
This world is where I breathe
But let it never be called home
Vultures make money
It's where my body fell

Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Lord, save me from myself

[guitar interlude]

Vultures make money
I'm bored with that as well (or "I'm poor without as well"?)

Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Aah-aah-aah
Lord, save me from myself