I see the sword of damocles
Is right above your head
Theyre trying a new treatment
To get you out of bed
But radiation kills both bad and good
It can not differentiate
So to cure you they must kill you
The sword of damocles hangs above your head
Now I have seen lots of peoples die
From car crashes or drugs
Last night on 33rd st.
I saw a kid get hit by a bus
Bus this drawn out torture over which part of you lives
Is very hard to take
To cure you they must kill you
The sword of damocles above your head
That mix of morphine and dexedrine
We use it on the street
It kills the pain and keeps you up
Your very soul to keep
But this guessing game has its own rules
The good dont always win
And might makes right
The sword of damocles is hanging above your head
It seems everythings done that must be done
From over here though things dont seem fair
But there are things that we cant know
Maybe theres something over there
Some other world that we dont know about
I know you hate that mystic shit
Its just another way of seeing
The sword of damocles above your head