Текст песни
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...
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