The Popes - The Beast lyrics

Late at night in Rosie's Pub in a room marked 666 You can hear some wicked music as the devil (treats?) the mix And if you dare to venture where the Tennessee waters flow On a mattress in the corner, you'll find the legend from Mayo Aside the piles of dishes, and the charred remains of priests Underneath the bedclothes, between the mouldy sheets Lies the mother of all pluckers, the high priest of freaks The legend on the mattress, is the man they call "The Beast."