"Mighty Beast" lyrics - STEPHEN WILSON JR.

It's a story that I tell myself to sleep
I'm a high plains lone wolf counting sheep
They can't steer me to the slaughter
And I'll hold my head up high
'Cause I'd rather be a mighty beast
Than wither up and dry

[Chorus:]
Long horn, sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me
You and I, a crown of thorns
Are doomed to die the day you were born
Break the bread, tell the priest
A sinful man is a mighty beast
Hey!

In the glory, I forged my hands in the fire
And my Sunday's best is covered up in briar
They can't lead me to the water
And I'll drown myself in rye
'Cause I'd rather be a mighty beast
Than wither up and dry

[Chorus:]
Long horn, sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me
You and I, a crown of thorns
Are doomed to die the day you were born
Break the bread, tell the priest
A sinful man is a mighty beast
Hey!

[Chorus:]
Long horn, sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me

[Chorus:]
Long horn, sharp as hell
Rest my bones on a bed of nails
Southland jubilee
Sounds like ain't no hope for me
You and I, a crown of thorns
Are doomed to die the day you were born
Break the bread, tell the priest
A sinful man is a mighty beast