Beastie (2nd Master, Dec ’81 Sessions) - Steven Wilson Remix

Lyrics for Beastie (2nd Master, Dec ’81 Sessions) - Steven Wilson Remix

From early days of infancy Through trembling years of youth Long murky middle age And final hours long in the tooth He is a hundred names of terror Creature you love the least Picture his face 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 your feel his eyes to feast You can witness now The ever-changing nature of the beast Beastie Beastie Beastie Beastie If you wear a warm Asporin You can keep the foe at bay You can pop those pills And visit some psychiatrist who'll say "There is 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" Beastie There's 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 He's a beast upon your shoulder Beastie But he can live inside 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 beast in the face And really give him hell Beastie There's 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 He's a beast upon your shoulder Beastie But he can live inside your head