Do you remember the mythic beast?
A last-minute cancellation at The Last Supper
"Oh, you've prepared us such an exquisite feast", he said
"Now, what do you call it when every part of said 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 alley cats singing
And the hidden buzzer that says "ocean" instead of the sound
Of your phone ringing, and ringing
And ringing, and ringing
And ringing, and ringing
And ringing
Tintoretto, 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, 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

Ah da da dum
Ah da da da bum buh da dum
Ah da da da bum buh da dum
Buh duh duh da bum bum da dum
Ah da

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Dan Bejar