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