Its shape tells us plainly
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time inside is curved
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it holds Elvis Presley's body
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perfectly preserved
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When Kennedy came with Monroe
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late in '55
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the senator carved their names
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by the overdrive
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it's an accident of nature
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designed by architects
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NASA built it from an alloy
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they'd stolen from the Czechs
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The Beast Box is dreaming
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what you believe
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The replica at Disneyland
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in the big exhibition hall
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it's correct to the last nut and bolt
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it's nothing like it at all
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if a pregnant woman touches it
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the child will be shy
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and if you glimpse it once
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you eventually die
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The Beast Box is dreaming
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what you believe
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In a dream I'm inside
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with my kid brother
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there's scenes of awful suffering
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we're avoiding looking at each other
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then he's pointing to the handrail
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it's long, of burnished chrome
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saying in that stupid voice of his
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"Some of this would look good
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in the bathroom back home"
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Freemasons talk about it all the time
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their hands at funny angles
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in moonlight it resembles
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a biscuit tin that dangles
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The Beast Box is dreaming
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what you believe
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Juice in the front
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juice in the back
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a cardboard gothic frame
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they sold it off for scrap last year
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to our eternal shame
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The Beast Box Is Dreaming
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| Luxuria |
