Fixxxer

Dolls of voodoo all
stuck with pins,
one for each of us
and our sins.

So you lay us in a line.
Push your pins, they make us humble.
Only you can tell, in time,
if we fall or merely stumble.

But tell me, 
can you heal what father's done
or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you stip away so we may start again?

Tell me, 
can you heal what father's done
or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain-free,
you jab another pin, jab another pin in me.

Mirror, mirror, upon the wall,
break the spell or become the doll.

See you sharpening the pins
so the holes will remind us
we're just-a toys in the hands of another.
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust.

But tell me,
can you heal what father's done
or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you stip away so we may start again?

Tell me,
can you heal what father's done
or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain-free,
you jab another pin, jab another pin in me.
Yeah, jab it.

Blood for face,
sweat for dirt,
three x's for the stone.
To break this curse, 
a ritual's due.
I believe I'm not alone.
Shell of shotgun,
pint of gin, ah,
numb us up 
to sheild the pins.

Renew our faith
which-a way we can
to fall in love with life again,
to fall in love with life again,
to fall in love with life again,
to fall in love,
to fall in love,
to fall in love with life again.

So tell me, 
can you heal what father's done
or fix this hole in a mother's son?
Can you heal the broken worlds within?
Can you strip away so we may start again?

Tell me, 
can you heal what father's done
or cut this rope and let us run?
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain-free,
you jab another pin,
jab another pin in me, yeah, yeah.

No more pins in me, yeah.
No more, no more pins in me.
No more, no more pins in me.
No more, no more, no more, no more, no, no, no.