Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creepy Doll, artist - Jonathan Coulton. Album song Best. Concert. Ever., in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 11.05.2009
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Creepy Doll |
In a town in the woods at the top of a hill |
There’s a house where no one lives |
So you take a big bag of your big city money there |
And buy it |
But at night, when the house is dark |
And you’re all alone, there’s a noise upstairs |
At the top of the stairs, there’s a door |
And you take a deep breath and try it |
And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door |
There’s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before |
And there’s the creepy doll |
That always follows you |
It’s got a ruined eye |
That’s always open |
And there’s a creepy doll |
That always follows you |
It’s got a pretty mouth |
To swallow you whole |
So you scream and you close the door |
And you tell yourself it was just a dream |
In the morning you head into town |
Cause you want to go antiquing |
In the store there’s a strange old man |
With a wandering eye and a withered hand |
When he hands you the old wooden box |
You can hear his old bones creaking |
And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see |
That someone’s carved your name into the tarnished silver key |
And there’s a creepy doll |
That always follows you |
It’s got a ruined eye |
That’s always open |
And there’s a creepy doll |
That always follows you |
It’s got a pretty mouth |
To swallow you whole |
And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you |
And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too |
The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed |
The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head |
And you are crazy |
Now it’s late and you head downstairs |
Cause you just can’t sleep so you make some tea |
And the doll disapprovingly asks |
If you really need that much honey |
You decide that you’ve had enough |
And you lock the doll in the wooden box |
You put the box in the fireplace |
Next to your bag of big city money |
As the smoke fills up your tiny room there’s nothing you can do |
And far too late you see the one inside the box is you |
And there’s a creepy doll |
That always follows you |
It’s got a ruined eye |
That’s always open |
And there’s a creepy doll |
That always follows you |
It’s got a pretty mouth |
To swallow you whole |