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
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
- :
- Miscellaneous
- Infected
- Soul Mining
- Dusk
- Mind Bomb
- Nakedself
- Solitude
- Hanky Panky
- Pornography Of Despair
- Burning Blue Soul
- London Town 1983-1993
- Hyena
- Hyena [Album Sampler]
- Gravitate to Me
- Playlist: The Very Best of The The
- Uncertain Smile
- 45 RPM: The Singles of The The
- Slow Train to Dawn
- Sweet Bird of Truth
- Alive: Interview and Live Music