Wind-Up Toy [5:27] - Hey Stoopid, 1991
	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

	"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!"


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