The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars Restless by day And by night, rants and rages at the starts God help the beast in me
The beast in me Has had to learn to live with pain And how to shelter from the rain And in the twinkling of an eye Might have to be restrained God help the beast in me
Sometimes it tries to kid me That it's just a teddy bear Or even somehow manage To vanish in the air Then that is when I must beware Of the beast in me
That everybody knows They've seen him out dressed in my clothes Patently unclear If it's New York, or New Year God help the beast in me The beast in me
