Idle Eyes

Look at those tin limbs
I need to wind you up
Gonna get you moving oh so quick
Faster, soldier, ten foot hut
I know you like clockwork
Hanging off the wall
Which I'm about to vandalize
Vandalize you all
Yes I'm about to vandalise
Vandalise you all

Leave me as an idol
This charmed life, charmed life of mine

So this is me perfected
Such a dirty scroll
And I won't make no other mark
On this here world
Scribbled out some nonsense
Got picked-up though the gap
Made cocktailed conversation
My cheeks are stinging from the slap