Wake up to the sounds of your aching heart
To see your soul's enemy approach your rampart
It's the same damn battles we fi ght every day
You don't want to leave but you don't want to stay
Tryin' and trippin' and keepin' alive
You do what you do and what you will to survive
I couldn't shake this gorilla off my back
And I awoke to see the city was under attack
I saw Dionysus in his usual booth
He was never one who wanted to hear the truth
But I always seem to talk too much to him anyway
He's talkin about Bandini with John Fante
Looking for the trinity down on your knees
But light still shines from the sword of Damocles
I was getting side tracked on side streets in circles of
Dust
Watching pretty girls begin to rust
I always wanted one worth at least a million and
Change
But they always end up thinkin' I'm far too strange
Cicero and Brutus both spoke of the tale
Of the drifters they met in that Texas jail
They were the kind of stories that made everybody
Laugh
C said just be happy with what you have
We took what we wanted, a couple of thieves
Still hanging above was the sword of Damocles
Yeah hanging above was the sword of Damocles
You fi nd an ember and fan it ablaze
To snap you right out of the cruel malaise
A potion of poetry, a dream, and some faith
It's sad to see someone's soul going to waste
Down around the bookstore is where I saw Jan
She was holdin that dagger in the palm of her hand
She was looking for somebody that had done her
Wrong
Anyone would do, and it wouldn't be long
Is this life the life you want or one you're settlin for
Are you gonna roll the dice or double lock your door
No water it seems will ever get you clean
No map will lead you from this bitter in between
Is it your refl ection or just a disease
When you gaze upon the sword of Damocles