[The Beast Box.]
  [The Beast Box.]

 [Lolita chuckle.]
 [Lolita chuckle.]

[No!(?)]

[Elvis Presley's body perfectly preserved.]

There's a lot of stories going around,
I don't think it's right.
Are the neighbours really thinking
like you and me?

I woke up this morning
as clear as a bell on Judgment Day.
I think it came open yesterday;
they've opened the Beast Box, haven't they?
They've upset the Beast Box, haven't they?

[Beast Box.]
[Beast Box.]
[Beast Box.]

[In this dream I'm inside the Beast Box with my kid brother
and there are all these scenes of terrible suffering going on.]

[And I'm starting to feel really really ill...]

In a dream I'm inside.
I'm with my kid brother.
There are scenes of awful suffering,
we're avoiding looking at each other.
Then he's pointing to the handrail:
It's long, of burnished chrome;
and saying in that stupid voice of his:
"Some of this would look really good
in the bathroom back home."

I woke up this morning
as clear as a bell on Judgment Day.
They've upset the Beast Box,
they've opened the Beast Box, haven't they?

[Beast Box.]
[Beast Box.]

[They've opened the Beast Box, haven't they?]