Cult of Chaos

I've been upon a long long trip
On a bruised and battered ship
Through boiling waves and early graves
The good the bad and all sinners saved

I tie my tongue behind my teeth
And buy myself a new belief
I'm a servant for the shilling
Of my God that's ever willing

My God is ever willing
My God is ever willing
My God is ever willing

My class A disappointment crawls
Through open sewers and new withdrawals
The dirty little lessons call
The filthy will confess it all

Panic in the heartland
Panic on TV
Panic in the papers
It speaks through you and me
I've been woken by the warring
The bickering and the boring
The cult of chaos of never shouts
The empty souls knockabout

I've got a television dream
Silver sharp and ever mean
Blowing on the open sails
Steers right to your bed of nails
My insolence will stop today
I'll take the sin from what I say
Morality will still corrode
And my head will still explode

Panic in the heartland
Panic on TV
Panic in the papers
It speaks through you and me
I've been woken by the warring
The bickering and the boring
The cult of chaos of never shouts
The empty souls knockabout