Song Lyrics
the good little shots must be winning
Solitary confinement, i m just a wind-up toy
Tiny legs and tiny eyes, my fingers don t shake and my head isn t jerking, they re free to crawl under the door
Shiny white halls, i m so happy now Cooper, preacher crucifies me warden wants to fry me i was never young
I m just a wind-up toy, got my own private hell
i m a wind-up toy
doctors want to check me poke me and dissect me what do they expect
Doctors want to check me poke me and dissect me what do they expect, i m just a wind-up toy
Daddy won t discuss me what a pain i must be mommy couldn t stand having such a wound-up boy, i don t think so i7m just a wound-up toy, my fingers don t shake and my head isn t jerking
Chained in a cell, preacher crucifies me warden wants to fry me i was never young
These good little shots must be working, in my room all painted white
Solitary confinement, daddy won t discuss me what a state i must be mommy couldn t stand living with a wind-up toy Cooper, got my own private hell
i m just a wind-up toy
Preacher crucifies me warden wants to fry me i was never young, never just a little boy
doctors want to check me poke me and dissect me what do they expect
in my room all painted white
I don t think so i7m just a wound-up toy, i m just a wind-up toy
Chained in a cell, i m a wind-up toy
daddy won t discuss me what a pain i must be mommy couldn t stand having such a wound-up boy
Shiny white halls, daddy won t discuss me what a pain i must be mommy couldn t stand having such a wound-up boy Cooper, drawing rats on the wall
I have my bat and rubber ball, and someday soon so will i but now i m all smiles, i m just a wind-up toy
Chained in a cell, i have my bat and rubber ball
these good little shots must be working
All my friends live on the fllor, i m just a wind-up toy, i m so happy now
drawing rats on the wall
tiny legs and tiny eyes
preacher crucifies me warden wants to fry me i was never young
Daddy won t discuss me what a state i must be mommy couldn t stand living with a wind-up toy, daddy won t discuss me what a pain i must be mama couldn t stand having such a wound-up boy
chained in a cell
Daddy won t discuss me what a pain i must be mommy couldn t stand having such a wound-up boy, my motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning, 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
And someday soon so will i but now i m all smiles, i m just a wind-up toy Toy, shiny white halls
They crank my dial, voices come from down the hall
Doctors want to check me poke me and dissect me what do they expect, tiny legs and tiny eyes
drawing rats on the wall
Never just a little boy, they crank my dial
Feelings froma wound-up toy, shiny white halls
Tiny legs and tiny eyes, i m just a wind-up toy
I m just a wind-up toy, 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, these good little shots must be working
I m lost in a nightmare, in my room all painted white
I m just a wind-up toy, my motor is stalled but my wheels are still spinning Wind-Up, i don t think so i7m just a wound-up toy
feelings froma wound-up toy