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 cannot differentiate

So to cure you they must kill you;

The sword of Damocles above your head.



Now I've seen lots of people die from car crashes or drugs

Last night on 33rd street I saw a kid get hit by a bus

But this drawn out torture overwhich part of you lives is very hard to take

To cure you they must kill you; the sword of Damocles hangs above your head.



That mix of morphine and dexadrine, 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 if 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