Do you remember the mythic beast?
A last-minute cancellation at The Last Supper
"Oh you've prepared such an exquisite feast," he said
"Now what do you call it when every part of the bird is used?"

I pulled up stakes, I went out west
Out past the insane desert
Out past the useless farm
And the parking lot where the palm trees stoop
To kiss the bishop's ring, with the alleycats singing
And the hidden buzzer that says "ocеan"
Instead of the sound of your phone ringing
And ringing and ringing
And ringing and ringing
And ringing and ringing

Tintorеtto, it's for you

Tintoretto, it's for you
The ceiling's on fire and the contract is binding
Your little one's sick at the sight of (insert three syllables here) at night
They drop you from a great height
Into a war that you were born to lose

Tintoretto, I think it's for you
Do you remember the mythic beast?
Do you remember the sound of it singing?
Ring the steel bell, I don't feel well
I confess I don't feel much like singing
Death's tune's got three words:
"ding ding ding"
Now repeat after me