it's the disease of the age
it's the disease that we crave
alone at the end of the rave
we catch the last bus home

corporate America wakes
coffee 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 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 protect me
protect me from what I want...
protect me protect me




a friend in need is a friend indeed
a friend with weed is better
a friend with breasts and all the rest
a friend who's dressed in leather

a friend in need is a friend indeed
a friend who'll tease is better
our thoughts compressed
which makes us blessed
and makes for stormy weather

a friend in need is a friend indeed
my Japanese is better
and when she's pressed she will undress
and then she's boxing clever

a friend in need is a friend indeed
a friend who bleeds is better
my friend confessed she passed the test
and we will never sever

day's dawning, skins crawling
pure morning

a friend in need is a friend indeed
a friend with weed is better
a friend with breasts and all the rest
a friend who's dressed in leather