It was the last sword of the very last day
The last hair had fallen away
And Damocles knew
This was his last hour
On the razors edge he saw his life
Shorn
Cut both ways
Like creation had sworn
But there was more to swear about
Back in those days
The dogs were barking at a hollow moon
And he tried to cut a slice of it too soon
And the silver fell away from the gold
The hen wouldn't lay
And the butcher was lean
He had already sold all that he'd seen
To the candle stick maker
Who was getting on my wick
I said why are you burning it at
Both ends
Can't you see that you don't have no friends
In the about turn of your ways
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