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 someday soon so will I



But now I'm all smiles	

These good little shots must be working	

I'm so happy now (I'm so happy)

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

Wind-up toy



I'm lost in a nightmare	

Shiny white hall 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

Mommy couldn't stand 

Having such a wound-up boy

	

I'm just a wind-up toy

Wind-up toy	

I'm just a wind-up toy	

Wind-up, wind-up...

I'm just a wind-up toy

Wind-up toy



(Daddy won't discuss me)	

I'm just a wind-up...

(What a pain I must be)

Just a wind-up...

(Mommy couldn't stand 

Having such a wound-up boy)



Daddy won't discuss me	

What a pain I must be

Mommy couldn't stand 

Having such a wound-up boy...