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The Beast Box is Dreaming |
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Its shape tells us plainly
Time inside is curved
It holds elvis presley's body
Perfectly preserved
When kennedy came with monroe
Late in '55
The senator carved their names
By the overdrive
It's an accident of nature
Designed by architects
Nasa built it from an alloy
They'd stolen from the czechs
The beast box is dreaming
What you believe
The replica at disneyland
In the big exhibition hall
It's correct to the last nut and bolt
It's nothing like it at all
If a pregnant woman touches it
The child will be shy
And if you glimpse it once
You eventually die
The beast box is dreaming
What you believe
In a dream I'm inside
With my kid brother
There's scenes of awful suffering
We're avoiding looking at each other
Then he's pointing to the handrail
It's long, of burnished chrome
Saying in that stupid voice of his
Some of this would look good
In the bathroom back home
Freemasons talk about it all the time
Their hands at funny angles
In moonlight it resembles
A biscuit tin that dangles
The beast box is dreaming
What you believe
Juice in the front
Juice in the back
A cardboard gothic frame
They sold it off for scrap last year
To our eternal shame
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