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