The Beast Is Dreaming Songtext
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The Beast Is Dreaming Songtext
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 jets
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
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 beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
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
Its 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 beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
Juice in the front, juice in the back
A cardboard gothic frame
They sold it off for scrap last year
To our eternal shame
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 jets
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
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 beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
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
Its 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 beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
The beastbox is dreaming what you believe
The beastbox is dreaming
Juice in the front, juice in the back
A cardboard gothic frame
They sold it off for scrap last year
To our eternal shame
Writer(s): Howard Devoto Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
