Lyrics
All my books lay on the table
Waitin' to unfold
I sit and stare at my reflection
While the darkness chills my bones
My head feels like a junk shop
In desperate need of repair
The path of least resistance leads to the
Garbage heap of– despair
(I think I'd better get back in bed)
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the... country
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the... country
You can't destroy your problems
By destroying yourself
Death is not the answer
For your soul may burn in hell
My memory, my fond deceiver
Is turning all my past into pain
While I'm being raped by progress
Tomorrow's world is here to– stay
(They wouldn't have it any other way)
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the... country
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the... country
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the... country
I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the... country
Country...
Country...
