Paroles de la chanson Wind Up Toy par Alice Cooper
Auteurs: Cooper,Ponti,Pepe,Pfeifer
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Songs Llc,Ezra Music
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Paroles de la chanson Wind Up Toy par Alice Cooper
Voices come from down the hall
In my room all painted white
I have my bat and rubber 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
In my room all painted white
I have my bat and rubber 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, oh, what a pain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound up boy
Yeah, the doctors want to check me, poke me and dissect me
What do they expect, feelings from a wind up toy?
I don't think so, I'm just a wind up toy, 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 hell
Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me
I was never young, never just a little boy
Daddy won't discuss me, oh, what a pain I must be
I'm so happy now
Look, my fingers don't shake and my head isn't jerking
Daddy won't discuss me, oh, what a pain I must be
Mommy couldn't stand having such a wound up boy
Yeah, the doctors want to check me, poke me and dissect me
What do they expect, feelings from a wind up toy?
I don't think so, I'm just a wind up toy, 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 hell
Preacher crucifies me, warden wants to fry me
I was never young, never just a little boy
Daddy won't discuss me, oh, 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
I'm just a wind up toy
Wind up toy, wind up toy
I'm just a wind up toy
Wind up toy, wind up toy
Yeah, I'm just a wind up toy
I'm just a wind up toy
I'm just a wind up, wind up, wind up, wind up, wind up toy
I'm just a wind up toy
Wi-wi-wind up toy
Wind up toy
They come here every night
I see them, don't you see them?
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
I'm just a wind up toy
Wind up toy, wind up toy
I'm just a wind up toy
Wind up toy, wind up toy
Yeah, I'm just a wind up toy
I'm just a wind up toy
I'm just a wind up, wind up, wind up, wind up, wind up toy
I'm just a wind up toy
Wi-wi-wind up toy
Wind up toy
They come here every night
I see them, don't you see them?
That's odd isn't it?
'Cause you're tired
I'm wanting him down
You have to go now it's bed time
'Cause you're tired
I'm wanting him down
You have to go now it's bed time
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