Tied to the fray at the end of a lullabye This little doll's at the end of her rope How many bodies can hang from a fig tree? Over the thistles at the end of the road I can smell chamomile through blackening nostrils Isn't there a space in the garden for me? Give me ribbon to cover the burn My dolls are off limits to you and your dirty hands No you I won't let you play you don't play nice Tied to a line at the end of "the eye" Is there another way to spell disinterested? Where does the subline stop? Get me out of here! Let me out of here Where's the door to the psych ward? Prescription interference Mama told me not to play with you She says you're not nice and I think that is true Oh sweet child Too many years in the root cellar I've waited 18 to be 18 It will be time for shut down soon Will you buy me another? Oh look! My clothes have gotten clean How will I ever get them dirty again? Smile sweet for me your candy smile's on my mind I taste your lips a thousand times You don't look so sweet today my poor little darling How sad for you
