Wind up Toys - Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats

Left up alone in the attic

With the crucified picture of Christ

There was blood on his hands

And a memory from those he enticed

The wind up ballerina dances

To a tune I’ve heard a thousand times

But all I’ve got to keep me sane is her old chimes

Now and then

I’ll wind her up again

I’ll push her hair

She likes it when I’m there

Wind up toys

Wind up toys

Wind up toys

I’ve yet to see a day of sunlight

I guess they don’t want me around

It’s just me and Jesus and a gentle playing sound

Little drumming soldier drumming

And a carousel that sings and glows

When I’ll be set free nobody knows

Now and then

I’ll wind her up again

I’ll push her hair

She likes it when I’m there

Wind up toys

Wind up toys

Wind up toys

I’d like to go downstairs

But it seems nobody cares

I’d like to see the blue sky

And the clouds that pass on by

I’m trapped within my cell

With Jesus here as well

But I hear that wood latch good

If I had a match I would