There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back. Feel his burning breath ...... a heaving, smoke oozing from his stack. And he moves beneath the covers or he lies below the bed....He's the beast upon your shoulder...He's the price upon your head..... He's the lonley 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"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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