Air Born - Wooden Boy lyrics

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<b>Wooden Boy</b> by <i>Air Born</i><br />

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 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

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 tounge out at the seam