When you have lost or broken your doll
When you throw them away
Then don't get taken away by the rubbish men
They go to their land, and play
Once they are broken and dead
They go to the Land of the Dolls
Where sleep, at day in graves
Because time has taken its toll
There missing limbs, arms and legs
Mean nothing to their friends
But at night, when they go out,
The people are at there wits end
As the dolls walk the earth
With blank eye holes and blood stained heads
They vow to get there revenge on you,
As because of you they are not alive, not dead.
So if you had a broken doll
Or lost one at school
You better watch out 'cus they'll becoming for you
Your old best friends, now ghouls
