Tintoretto, It’s for You

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