Can someone tell me why these lyrics work so well for my situation as they do for a newly-born sex clone?
The sword of Damocles is hanging over my head
And I’ve got the feeling someone’s gonna be cutting the thread
Oh, woe is me,
My life is a misery
Oh, can’t you see that I’m at the start of a pretty big downer?
I woke up this morning with a start when I fell out of bed
And left from my dreaming was a feeling of unnameable dread
My high is low,
I’m dressed up with no place to go
And all I know, is: I’m at the start of a pretty big downer…