Beast for Thee
Will Oldham, Matt Sweeney
Why aren't you kind to me?
You could so easily
Take me in your arms and see
A donkey
A beast for thee
If you had half a mind
Leave worldly things behind
Devote to being kind
You to me
A beast for thee
Loving some way you choose
God's plans can easy bruise
One bone and blood mass we fuse
And I can be
A beast for thee
I will toil for years and years
Give you muscle, tone, and tears
Overcome and flay all fears
Leaving me
A beast for thee
And at home on Wednesday morn
Astride my horny horde
You'll be in glory born
And I will a beast for thee
Happily a beast for thee
Quietly a beast for thee
Endlessly a beast for thee