i'm telling you good people things are not what they seem you think you're busy bees that is just a dream every earthly pleasure all the natural shocks can't feel them in that cold cold box
white as bright as snow or yellow pale as flax don't matter what you have or what you may lacks proud as a peacock clever as a fox don't matter in that cold cold box
cold cold box
your jawbone will be tossed in someone's box of tools remember sampson slew one thousand with a mule's your skull will be a white bowl full of broken rocks living in that cold cold box
cold cold box
ophelia had her songs and kicks against the pricks noah had his ark the third little pig had bricks beautiful delilah had seven stolen locks and don't forget pandora all you've got is that cold cold cold box