Tintoretto, It's for You

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