[bad word] from down the hall 
In my room all painted white 
I have my bat [bad word] 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, and someday soon so will I 

But now I'm all smiles 
These good little shots 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 
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 
I'm just 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 [bad word] 

Preacher [bad word] 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 
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