I see The Sword of Damocles is right above your head
They're 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
But 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 don't always win
And might makes right
The Sword of Damocles is hanging above your head
It seems everything's done that must be done
From over here, though, 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 of seeing
The Sword of Damocles above your head
