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   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 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