Decadence Is Hard Work Songtext
von Soft Cell

In the hours of the night when the wild things roam
You′re a figure incognito in the dark and alone
A poet of the madness, a shaman of the night
With every word you speak a dead world finds its light
Breathing paraffin and the gleam in your eye
Calling for salvation, God won't hear you cry
A mask of denial in princely disguise
When your heart′s full of secrets and seductive lies
Cigarette in your hand and the drink in your grasp

Searching for your meaning, it's a love that won't last
You miss the bigger picture, you don′t want to see
You close your eyes, oh, won′t somebody save me?


Decadence is hard work
When only all the little things seem to matter
Getting obsessed with the detail
Keeps us all blind to the world outside
I can't hear the screams and the chatter
When only little things seem to matter
I can′t see a world that's losing its life
While I′m down here tasting the Turkish delight

Oh, won't somebody save me?
Decadence is hard work
Decadence is hard work
I′m so tired
So fucking tired

In the smoke-filled halls of perception's game
A wandering Buddha's seeking fortune and fame
But in the silence of the sands, there′s a whisper on the wind
Every note that he sings conjures visions within

Silk doesn′t feel the same when chaff's against your skin
The cocaine doesn′t hit the high religions of sin
What's delicious was your food but poison has no taste
It′s killed another taster now it's all gone to waste
Put yourself in a cocoon, wrap yourself in skin
From something dead and rarefied and thrown in the bin
Everything is at a price and nothing for free
Close your eyes, oh, won′t somebody save me?


Decadence is hard work
When only all the little things seem to matter
Getting obsessed with the detail
Keeps us all blind to the world outside
I can't hear the screams and the chatter
When only little things seem to matter
I can't see a world that′s losing its life
While I′m down here tasting the Turkish delight

So you dance on the edge in the moon's soft glow
A solitary wanderer in the ebb and flow
Driving complicated rules the effort it demands
Choking on the delicacy with blood on your hands
Fold away your swastika and put away your flag
Lock away your fascist drag and pack your leaving bag
Your labyrinth of wasting time, you′ll never have the key
Decadence is hard work, but leave your soul to me