And so the years they fly, a generation goes on by 
And new faces, new places of New Albion arrive 
The doll that Edgar brought back for Fay well sure enough 
He’s Jasper, the same one that Annabelle herself called up 

Edgar and Fay had a son, a young man who’s named Byron 
And he’s inherited the Doll, his dear Jasper whom he loves 
After years and years of folks bringing back their dead ones, droves 
Of Dolls fill the city in streets slums and homes 

Yes, there’s slums just full of dead, they don’t walk or talk instead 
They’re like blank slates on which they’re friends and relatives project 
The big subculture in these times is Voodoopunk and every night 
Byron and Amelia are immersed and acolytes 

The red haired dwarf’s son ran the mob for years and years but then 
He [bad word] out by 2 women and a brilliant mouse named Sam 
The voodoopunks, to mock the world, for city [bad word] a Doll 
They show up at the rallies and attempt to rile the crowd