[Alice Cooper/Jack Ponti/Vic Pepe/Bob Pfeifer]
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
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