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