Where is her dinner?
Where are the flowers she can press?
When will she leave here?
Been here for hours and no less
Please leave me here in the empty world
Where is my mother?
Will she be there when I am gone?
Fetal in turmoil
I can't afford another run
Needle and tinfoil
I never thought that I'd be done
Please leave me here in the empty world
Fall in love with the empty girl
If I go outside I'll feel much better
Let me hit myself I'm starting to feel
And bleed
Where is my brother?
Where is my father?
Please leave me here in the empty world
Fall in love with the empty girlWho dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what an imitation is?
(Only you do)
You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
Why waste time altering the hemline
(Only you do)
Tear Off Your Own Head
Tear Off Your Own Head
It's a doll revolution
You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
Pull out his hair with your moveable fingers
(It looks so real)
But one won't do it so collect the set
Dress him up in pink ribbons
Put him in a kitchenette
(How does this feel?)
Tear Off Your Own Head
Tear Off Your Own Head
It's a doll revolution
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
and they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution
It's a doll revolution