I see the Sword of Damocles is right above your head
They're trying a new treatment to get you out of bed
But really, issue kills both, bad and good
It cannot differentiate
So to cure you they must kill you
The sword of Damocles hangs above your head
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
I've seen lots of people die from carcrashes or drugs
Last night on 33rd street I saw a kid hit by a bus
But this drawn out torture which party you live is very hard to take
To cure you they must kill you
The sword of Damocles hangs above your head
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
That mix of morphine and dexetrene we use it on the street
It kills the pain and keeps you up, you're very sort of keen
But this guessing game, has it some rules, the good don't always win
And my, makes right the sword of Damocles is hanging above your head
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
It seems everything's done, it must be done
From overhere those things don't seem fair
But there are things that we can't know
Maybe there's something over there
Some other world that we don't know about
I know you hate that mystic shit
It's just another way to see in the sword to Damocles above your head
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa
Nanananananana, nanananananana naa