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's stalled but my wheels are still spinning
Chorus:
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
(*he's so happy...)
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking
Chorus:
Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand
Having such a wind-up boy
Chorus:
Doctors want to check me
Poke me and dissect me
What do they expect?
Feelings from a wind-up toy?
I don't think so
I'm just a wind-up toy
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
Chorus:
Daddy won't discuss me
What a pain I must be
Mama couldn't stand
Having such a wind-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...
I'm just a wind-up toy
Chorus
(fade...)
Wind-up toy...
(fade out...)
"What comes here is the night..."
"I see them - don't you see them?"
"Hmm, that's hard, isn't it"
"I'm so tired, I'm laying down."
"You have to go now - it's bed time!"
Writer(s): Alice Cooper, Robert Pfeifer, Victor L. Pepe, Giacomo Jack Pontoriero
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