Answer:
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
I am a box that holds keys without locks, yet they can unlock your soul.
Looks like water, but it's heat. Sits on sand, lays on concrete. A play on the eyes, but it's all lies.
Long and slinky like a trout, never sings till it's guts come out.
What is that you will break everytime you name it?
I have feet on my head