We found an old doll

That was out in the grass

She has special powers

We set a black mass

We sat in a circle

All holding hands

The doll's been held together

With old rubber bands

She'll rise

She'll rise

She'll rise

I'll lay her down in her gingebread coffin

She's so pretty, all laid out in white

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin

When we need her she'll rise in the light

We'll look down at the ground

And into her eyes

Passed around an old teacup

Filled up with dead flies

Surprise

Surprise

We brought, but not used

A collecton of knives

We'll remember this moment

Through all of our lives

She'll rise

She'll rise

She'll rise

Oh

I'll lay her down in her gingerbread coffin

She's so pretty, all laid out in white

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin

When we need her, she'll rise in the light

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin

It's a flickering, beautiful sight

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin

When we need her, she'll rise to the night...