Beastie (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 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 Specter with tales to tell In the darkness when campfire's dead To each his private hell If you look behind your shoulder As you feel his eyes to feast You can witness no 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 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 the beast upon your shoulder (Beastie) And 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 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 is the beast upon your shoulder (Beastie) And he's the price upon you head Oh, oh, ooohhhhh Look out! (Look out!)