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 fllor
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 froma wound-up toy?
I don´t think so
I7m 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