She locked me in a basket And swallowed down the key I heard her outside laughing Like needles sticking me Well now I'm her favorite thing to stick sh** into She knows the place that's soft and deep And no-one takes it quite like I can 'Cause I'm he human pin cushion They eye me for a soft spot And she tied the torniquets in thread I'm slipping through the loopholes She's sown inside my head Well now I'm her favorite thing to stick sh** into She knows the place that's soft and deep And no-one takes it quite like I can 'Cause I'm he human pin cushion Well if you stick me, I won't bleed. Her pin cushion. I'm just a prick she she doesn't need. She styled a special pattern In my coffins upholstery I found her (and the scissors) Were in conspiracy Now I'm her... Her pin cushion. Well if you stick me, I won't bleed. Her pin cushion. I'm just a prick she she doesn't need.