Preposterous Box

Lyrics

Preposterous Box Music: Graham Guest & Moses Guest Words: Graham Guest For the light of the morning has come And the night of the dead horse is run I will no longer wake up in that cell Now I'm happy as well By the light of the morning has come We put an end to the corporation I will no longer squander life in hell Because I'm happy as well Because I'm happy as well You smell the fear Of the retarded puppeteer In his preposterous box His sticking by the clocks I whisper and down comes the veil Always and already set sail The more I think and set it down by line The door is open all the time By the right of a motherless son And the fight of a devilish tongue You hear the ringing of the Saturday bell Now we are happy as well Now we are happy as well You smell the fear Of the retarded puppeteer In his preposterous box His sticking by the clocks That tap black holes into your head 'Cause you administrate the dead But not today, the box is gone I'll take tomorrow for my own