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 fills 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
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
