the sword of Damocles
is right above your head
They tried a new treatment
to get you out of bed
But radiation kills both bad and good,
it cannot differentiate
To cure you they must kill you
The sword of Damocles above your
head
Now I've seen lots of people
die
from car crashes and drugs
Last night on 33rd street
I saw a kid get hit by a bus
But they strung out torture that you live,
I find it very hard to take
To cure you they must kill you,
the sword of devil glees above your
head
That mix of morphine and dexedrine,
we use it on the streets
It kills the pain, it keeps you up,
you're very sold to keep
But this guessing game has its own rules,
the good don't always win
A mind makes right, the sort of devil please,
is hanging above your head
It seems everything in
London must be done
But from over here things
just don't seem fair
You know what they say, they say maybe
Just 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 of seeing
The sword of Damocles above your head
Hey, it's another way of seeing
The sword of Damocles above your head
And, and, and, and, and, and,
and, and, and, and, and!
Oh -oh -oh!
Ooh -ooh -ooh!
Why don't you sing
the very last dance for me?
Hey!
It's another way of seeing
The sort of devil cleanse
above your head
Ooh -ooh -ooh!
Why don't you save
the very last dance for me?
Hey, it's another way of seeing
The sword of Damocles
above your head
Why don't you save
the very last dance for me?
Hey, it's another way of seeing
The sword of Damocles
above your head
Why don't you sing
the very last dance for
me?