My mind is dull and shattered
From these years of buy and sell
My mind has seen the glory
Of this hollow, modern shell
 [bad word] is a grand production
But I'm bored with that as well
Ahh-ahh-ahh
Lord save me from myself

The electric sun keeps shining
Wrapping daughters in the chrome
This world is where I breathe
Let it never be called home
Well the vultures make the money
It's where my body fell
Ahh-ahh-ahh
Lord save me from myself

The vultures make the money
But I'm bored with that as well
Ahh-ahh-ahh