Air Born
Air Born - Wooden Boy songtekst
Je score:
Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children, only dolls And if you see her in your dreams Be sure you never, ever scream Or she will cut your tongue out at the seam Beware the stare of Mary Shaw Be sure to let your breath withdraw She had no children, only dolls Make sure you never asleep falls And if you see her in your dream Be sure you never, ever scream (Or she will cut your tongue out right there at the seam) I tried to be the boy which I never were And the truth to me would never ever occur She once made me from the scrap that I would use to be She made my eyes but they were never meant for me to see All of my life I have been her slave She will pull my strings to the grave In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy She trapped me and treats me like a toy Her soul is black, the husk of mrs shaw Her flesh is twisted, her mind is raw She heard my scream and took me for good She ripped my limbs and fixed me with wood I'm held together by a couple nails of brass With teeth of crock and then my eyes made out of glass She is the puppeteer and I am her prop It's too late and now she will never stop All of my life I have been her slave She will pull my strings to the grave In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy She trapped me and treats me like a toy Not once has she ever shunned the use of violence She demands but one thing and that is dead silence Beware the stare of Mary Shaw Be sure to let your breath withdraw She had no children, only dolls Make sure you never asleep falls And if you see her in your dream Be sure you never, ever scream (Or she will cut your tongue out right there at the seam) In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy She trapped me and treats me like a toy Not once has she ever shunned the use of violence She demands but one thing and that is dead silence (Hush little baby, hush) (Be sure you never scream) (Be sure you never scream) (Hush little baby, hush) In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy She trapped me and treats me like a toy Not once has she ever shunned the use of violence She demands but one thing and that is dead silence... Beware the stare of Mary Shaw She had no children, only dolls And if you see her in your dreams Be sure you never, ever scream Or she will cut your tongue out at the seam