The Sinking Feeling

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...