Voices come from down the hall In my room all painted white I have my bat and rubber ball I like to sleep with them at night
But now I`m all smiles the good little shots must be winning Yes, they crank my dial My motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning
Daddy won`t discuss me What a state I must be Mommy couldn`t stand living with a wind-up toy
All my friends live on the floor Tiny legs and tiny eyes They`re free to crawl under the door And, and someday soon so will I
But now I`m all smiles These good little shots must be working I`m so happy now Look, my fingers don`t shake and my head isn`t jerking
Daddy won`t discuss me What a pain I must be Mommy couldn`t stand having such a wound-up boy
Doctors want to check me Poke me and dissect me What do they expect? Feelings from a wound-up toy? I don`t think so I`m just a wound-up toy I`m just a wind-up toy
I`m lost in a nightmare Shiny white halls Drawing rats on the wall Solitary confinement Chained in a cell got my own private hell
Preacher crucifies me Warden wants to fry me I was never young Never just a little boy
Daddy won`t discuss me What a pain I must be Mama couldn`t stand having such a wound-up boy I`m just a wind-up toy I`m a wind-up toy I`m just a wind-up toy I`m just a wind-up toy
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