"Throw it out and get a new one"
That's what she said
"I don't want that old dirty thing, In my bed"
She's probably just talking about
That old pillowcase
Just something I misread
Now I'm feeling kind of funny
Like there's something hanging over my head
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
My best years are out there yet
At least that's what I tell myself each night
Just before I go to bed
I sit in my office
Watch the clock on my wall
Young men and women
Pass me every day in my hall
I smile politely
But it makes my skin crawl
Because I know they'll eat me alive
The minute I slip and fall
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
I still got my best years left
At least that's what I tell myself each night
Just before I go to bed
"Throw it out and get a new one"
That's what she said
"I don't want that old dirty thing, In my bed"
She's probably just talking about
That old pillowcase
Just something I misread
Now I'm feeling something
Hanging over my head
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
My best years are out there yet
At least that's what I tell myself each night
What I tell my self each night
What I tell my self each night
What I tell my self each night
Right until I'm Dead
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"Throw it out and get a new one"
That's what she said
"I don't want that old dirty thing, In my bed"
She's probably just talking about
That old pillowcase
Just something I misread
Now I'm feeling kind of funny
Like there's something hanging over my head
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
My best years are out there yet
At least that's what I tell myself each night
Just before I go to bed
I sit in my office
Watch the clock on my wall
Young men and women
Pass me every day in my hall
I smile politely
But it makes my skin crawl
Because I know they'll eat me alive
The minute I slip and fall
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
I still got my best years left
At least that's what I tell myself each night
Just before I go to bed
"Throw it out and get a new one"
That's what she said
"I don't want that old dirty thing, In my bed"
She's probably just talking about
That old pillowcase
Just something I misread
Now I'm feeling something
Hanging over my head
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
My best years are out there yet
At least that's what I tell myself each night
What I tell my self each night
What I tell my self each night
What I tell my self each night
Right until I'm Dead
That's what she said
"I don't want that old dirty thing, In my bed"
She's probably just talking about
That old pillowcase
Just something I misread
Now I'm feeling kind of funny
Like there's something hanging over my head
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
My best years are out there yet
At least that's what I tell myself each night
Just before I go to bed
I sit in my office
Watch the clock on my wall
Young men and women
Pass me every day in my hall
I smile politely
But it makes my skin crawl
Because I know they'll eat me alive
The minute I slip and fall
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
I still got my best years left
At least that's what I tell myself each night
Just before I go to bed
"Throw it out and get a new one"
That's what she said
"I don't want that old dirty thing, In my bed"
She's probably just talking about
That old pillowcase
Just something I misread
Now I'm feeling something
Hanging over my head
Oh, oh, oh Damocles, oh pretty please
Don't drop that sword on my head
It don't seem fair, I can be repaired
My best years are out there yet
At least that's what I tell myself each night
What I tell my self each night
What I tell my self each night
What I tell my self each night
Right until I'm Dead
Writer: Jeffrey Reid
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