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 withdrawls The dirty little lessons call The filthy will confess it all Panic in the heartland Panic on t.v. 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 t.v. 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