I’ve got eyes in the back of my head
for anything suspicious
and if my number’s up
I’ll take a bullet for Narcissus
This narcissus, his power is his dream
His politics are simply mean
He doesn’t trust what he hasn’t seen
He’s so banal, he’s made it mainstream
I see the tension in his eyes
The accusations he denies
I wonder if he’s realised
that right behind him he’s despised
I’m strapped up, strapped in, wear the vest
All the kit of an agent’s chest
Even though it’s bullet-proof
one could get through and that’s the truth
So I’ve got eyes in the back of my head
for anything suspicious
and if my number’s up
I’ll take a bullet for Narcissus
As I survey the big event
people think he’s heaven-sent
Devoted crowds who chant his name
I sometimes think he lives for fame
Oh Narcissus
It’s so delicious
to watch his make-up run
He sweats and panicky
fakes reality
He only cares for number one
I’ve got eyes in the back of my head
for anything suspicious
and if my number’s up
I’ll take a bullet for Narcissus
And if my number’s up
I’ll take a bullet for Narcissus