We found an old doll that was out on the gra**
She had special powers, we said a black ma**
We sat in a circle, all holding hands,
The doll-bed held together with old rubber bands
She'll rise,
She'll rise,
She'll rise...
Oh, lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
She's so pretty, all laid out in white
Lay her down in her ginger bread coffin
When we need her, she'll rise in the night
We looked down at the ground and into her eyes,
Pa**ed around an old tea cup filled up with dead flies
(Surprise, surprise)
Were brought but not used a collection of knives
We'd remember this moment for all of our lives
She'll rise,
She'll rise,
She'll rise...
O-ohh.
O-ohh.
O-ohh, lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
She's so pretty, all laid out in white
Lay her down in her ginger bread coffin
When we need her, she'll rise in the night
Oh, lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
It's a flickering, beautiful sight,
Lay her down in her ginger bread coffin
When we need her, she'll rise in the nii-ight.