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

Guess 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 shocks 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

Oh 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 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.

The preacher crucifies me

Warden wants to fry me

I was never young

Never just a little boy.

Daddy won't discuss me

Oh 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

I'm just a wind-up toy

Wind-up toy

Wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

Wind-up toy

Wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up toy

I'm just a wind-up

Wind-up

Wind-up

Wind-up

Wind-up toy

(I'm so happy now)

I'm just a wind-up toy

Wa wa wa wind-up toy

Wa wind wind-up toy.

They come here every night

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.

(Steven...)