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