From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth Long murky middle age and final hours long in the tooth Heres 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 campfires 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, beastie, beastie, beastie If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist wholl say Theres nothing I can do for you, everywheres a danger zone Id love to help get rid of it but Ive got one of my own Beastie, theres a beast upon my shoulder Beastie, and a fiend upon my back Beastie, feel his burning breath a-heaving Beastie, smoke oozing from his stack And he moves beneath the covers Beastie, or he lies below the bed Beastie, hes the beast upon your shoulder Beastie, and hes the price upon your head Hes the lonely fear of dying and for some of living too Hes your private nightmare pricking, hed 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 Beastie, theres a beast upon my shoulder Beastie, and a fiend upon my back Beastie, feel his burning breath a-heaving Beastie, smoke oozing from his stack Beastie, and he moves beneath the covers Beastie, or he lies below the bed Beastie, hes the beast upon your shoulder Beastie, and hes the price upon your head Look out, look out Songwriters IAN ANDERSON
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 22:36:59 +0000
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