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...