[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

 "Steven..."

 [bad word] here everynight. 
 I see them. Don't you see them?
 Hmm, that's odd, isn't it?
 I'm so tired, I'm winding down.
 You'll have to go now, it's bedtime!"