A monster spawned three centuries past in an old world long fallen to its grasp
Fought a battle a century long, for the secret crown of a new world
It lives inside its host, so close, nobody sees where its tendrils grow Sucks the blood from the pulse of the land that the busy people pump around
Growing ever strong on the richest brew It has to break us all, so it can take it all, it’s like the beast from Jekyll Island
Give them dance nights, send them high tides, send them ripping rollers for summers long Then on the date set by the beast, the tide goes out, the surfers beached
Capture the flock with the sweetest grass, fatten them full till they’re plump and round, then after the crash, it’s feeding time, for the beast from Jekyll Island …
Nobody knows where the good times went Now it breaks their bones to make its bread And nobody knows why boom times turn hard, except the Beast from Jekyll Island
No one saw who switched off the light, nobody saw the thief take flight
It don’t mean a mote for whom you’re going to vote, ‘cos they don’t row the boat, someone else row the boat
It’s the Beast from Jekyll Island
Music by Kennedy Humphreys; Lyrics and Melody by John Harris
John Harris – Vocals; Kennedy Humphreys – Guitar, Bass
Produced by John Harris, Engineered by Matt Hall at SLW
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