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.