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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
"Steven..."
"They come here everynight.
I see
them. Don't you see them?
Hmm, that's odd, isn't it?
I'm so tired, I'm winding
down.
You'll have to go now, it's bedtime!"
