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