Wooden Boy Lyrics

Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children, only dolls
And if you see her in your dreams
Be sure you never, ever scream
Or she will cut your tongue out at the seam

Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
Be sure to let your breath withdraw
She had no children, only dolls
Make sure you never asleep falls
And if you see her in your dream
Be sure you never, ever scream
(Or she will cut your tongue out right there at the seam)

I tried to be the boy which I never were
And the truth to me would never ever occur
She once made me from the scrap that I would use to be
She made my eyes but they were never meant for me to see

All of my life I have been her slave
She will pull my strings to the grave

In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy
She trapped me and treats me like a toy

Her soul is black, the husk of mrs shaw
Her flesh is twisted, her mind is raw
She heard my scream and took me for good
She ripped my limbs and fixed me with wood

I'm held together by a couple nails of brass
With teeth of crock and then my eyes made out of glass
She is the puppeteer and I am her prop
It's too late and now she will never stop

All of my life I have been her slaveAir Born - Wooden Boy - http://motolyrics.com/air-born/wooden-boy-lyrics.html
She will pull my strings to the grave

In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy
She trapped me and treats me like a toy
Not once has she ever shunned the use of violence
She demands but one thing and that is dead silence

Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
Be sure to let your breath withdraw
She had no children, only dolls
Make sure you never asleep falls
And if you see her in your dream
Be sure you never, ever scream
(Or she will cut your tongue out right there at the seam)

In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy
She trapped me and treats me like a toy
Not once has she ever shunned the use of violence
She demands but one thing and that is dead silence

(Hush little baby, hush)
(Be sure you never scream)
(Be sure you never scream)
(Hush little baby, hush)

In this casquet shaped like a wooden boy
She trapped me and treats me like a toy
Not once has she ever shunned the use of violence
She demands but one thing and that is dead silence...

Beware the stare of Mary Shaw
She had no children, only dolls
And if you see her in your dreams
Be sure you never, ever scream
Or she will cut your tongue out at the seam