Picture a Box…

(Read to the tune of “Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds”)

Picture yourself in a town on an island,
With leftover turkey and some Other guys.
Somebody tells you, blow up a submarine,
Benjamin – he tells lots of lies.

Two kinds of women a blonde and brunette,
Why do they play with your head?
Escape on the sub to get off of the isle,
Then it’s gone.

Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Ah… Ah…

Follow her North to a town on the island
With nice looking people who want you to die,
Everyone smiles as you climb over columns,
That made the patch-eyed guy’s brain fry.
The doc plays some catch, then you go in his door,
You came here to take him away.
He said don’t come back, was your head in the clouds?
And he’s gone.

Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Ah… Ah…

Picture a box underground on the island,
Filled with whatever your thoughts might desire,
Suddenly someone appears through the doorway,
Your dad who left you paralyzed.

Damn these people have lots of problems (problems).
Damn these people have lots of problems (problems). <fade>

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