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