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

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'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.

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
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's the beast upon your shoulder.
Beastie
He's the price upon your head.