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