In case you don’t know, I recently released an album (of actual songs) named Odes to My Triceratops, Vol. 1, based on the nowhere-town adventures of amateur songwriter William Griffin, his blind love interest Claire Javernick, and his best friend the sentient triceratops Lorenzo (no last name), back when they were 12-14 years old. You can download that album here.

I’m slowly “remastering” the songs belonging to the second album in order to release it, but I came up with another song for the third volume. It’s titled “Burying the Beast.” A garage rock song about William moving on from pitying himself to hatred toward others.

Lyrics below:

Lorenzo was a big ol’ triceratops,
A sort of prehistoric water buffalo,
A devil’s spawn with hatred in his heart
And a God-awful nightmare in his throat.

He smelled of piss and old garbage.
He had a penis as long as a man’s leg.
When he walked the town’s streets,
People got out of the fucking way.

Lorenzo ripped away my innocence:
He stole my girlfriend,
And contaminated my heart.

So I shanked the son-of-a-bitch in the neck.
Blood squirted all over like a sprinkler.
As I buried that damned beast,
I thought about Claire, but…

Why should I worry about that bitch
Who cheated on me and took away my life?
She knew what she was doing
When she spread her legs for a fiend.

Lorenzo fell in love with her too.
Claire smiled at him so beautifully.
She was a looker. Caused a war.
I had dreamed she’d be my wife.

Anyway, Claire’s gone:
Lorenzo killed her, poor girl,
Or at least I imagined he did
To forget how she stared at me then.

Forget the girl, forget the snake.
I put Lorenzo in his grave,
And if the pressure gets too great,
I’ll drive up there with a shovel,
And let the big bastard out again.

See you in hell.