The Beast in Me

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

And even somehow managed to vanish in the air

And 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