Beastie

intro - -    -    From early days of infancy   through trembling years of youth   long murky middle-age and final hours   long in the tooth   he is the hundred names of terror -creature you love the least.   Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast.   He roved up and down through history --- spectre   with tales to tell. In the darkness when the   campfire’s dead --- to each his private hell. If you look   behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast you   can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast.   Beastie x3     (REST THE SAME)   If you wear a warmer sporran you can keep the foe at   bay. You can pop those pills and visit some   psychiatrist who’ll say --- There’s nothing I can do   for you everywhere’s a danger zone. I’d love to help   get rid of it but I’ve got one of my own.   There’s a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon   my back. Feel his burning breath a heaving smoke   oozing from his stack. And he moves beneath the   covers or he lies below the bed. He’s the beast upon   your shoulder. He’s the price upon your head. He’s   the lonely fear of dying and for some of living too.   He’s your private nightmare pricking. He’d just love   to turn the screw. So stand as one defiant --- yes and   let your voices swell. Stare that beastie in the face   and really give him hell.