Songtekst:
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
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
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
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
