Song | Creepy Doll |
Artist | Jonathan Coulton |
Album | JoCo Looks Back |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In a town in the woods at the top of a hill | |
There's a house where no one lives | |
So you take a big bag of your big city money there | |
And buy it. | |
But at night, when the house is dark | |
And you're all alone, there's a noise upstairs | |
At the top of the stairs, there's a door | |
And you take a deep breath and try it. | |
And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door | |
There's a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before. | |
And there's the creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It's got a ruined eye | |
That's always open... | |
And there's a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It's got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... | |
So you scream and you close the door | |
And you tell yourself it was just a dream | |
In the morning you head into town, | |
'Cause you want to go antiquing. | |
In the store there's a strange old man | |
With a wandering eye and a withered hand | |
When he hands you the old wooden box | |
You can hear his old bones creaking. | |
And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see | |
That someone's carved your name into the tarnished silver key. | |
And there's a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It's got a ruined eye | |
That's always open... | |
And there's a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It's got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... | |
And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you | |
And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too | |
The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed | |
The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head – and you are crazy. | |
Now it's late and you head downstairs | |
'Cause you just can't sleep so you make some tea | |
And the doll disapprovingly asks | |
If you really need that much honey. | |
You decide that you've had enough | |
And you lock the doll in the wooden box | |
You put the box in the fireplace | |
Next to your bag of big city money. | |
As the smoke fills up your tiny room there's nothing you can do | |
And far too late you see the one inside the box is you. | |
And there's a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It's got a ruined eye | |
That's always open... | |
And there's a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It's got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... |
In a town in the woods at the top of a hill | |
There' s a house where no one lives | |
So you take a big bag of your big city money there | |
And buy it. | |
But at night, when the house is dark | |
And you' re all alone, there' s a noise upstairs | |
At the top of the stairs, there' s a door | |
And you take a deep breath and try it. | |
And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door | |
There' s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before. | |
And there' s the creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a ruined eye | |
That' s always open... | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... | |
So you scream and you close the door | |
And you tell yourself it was just a dream | |
In the morning you head into town, | |
' Cause you want to go antiquing. | |
In the store there' s a strange old man | |
With a wandering eye and a withered hand | |
When he hands you the old wooden box | |
You can hear his old bones creaking. | |
And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see | |
That someone' s carved your name into the tarnished silver key. | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a ruined eye | |
That' s always open... | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... | |
And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you | |
And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too | |
The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed | |
The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head and you are crazy. | |
Now it' s late and you head downstairs | |
' Cause you just can' t sleep so you make some tea | |
And the doll disapprovingly asks | |
If you really need that much honey. | |
You decide that you' ve had enough | |
And you lock the doll in the wooden box | |
You put the box in the fireplace | |
Next to your bag of big city money. | |
As the smoke fills up your tiny room there' s nothing you can do | |
And far too late you see the one inside the box is you. | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a ruined eye | |
That' s always open... | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... |
In a town in the woods at the top of a hill | |
There' s a house where no one lives | |
So you take a big bag of your big city money there | |
And buy it. | |
But at night, when the house is dark | |
And you' re all alone, there' s a noise upstairs | |
At the top of the stairs, there' s a door | |
And you take a deep breath and try it. | |
And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door | |
There' s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before. | |
And there' s the creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a ruined eye | |
That' s always open... | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... | |
So you scream and you close the door | |
And you tell yourself it was just a dream | |
In the morning you head into town, | |
' Cause you want to go antiquing. | |
In the store there' s a strange old man | |
With a wandering eye and a withered hand | |
When he hands you the old wooden box | |
You can hear his old bones creaking. | |
And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see | |
That someone' s carved your name into the tarnished silver key. | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a ruined eye | |
That' s always open... | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... | |
And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you | |
And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too | |
The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed | |
The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head and you are crazy. | |
Now it' s late and you head downstairs | |
' Cause you just can' t sleep so you make some tea | |
And the doll disapprovingly asks | |
If you really need that much honey. | |
You decide that you' ve had enough | |
And you lock the doll in the wooden box | |
You put the box in the fireplace | |
Next to your bag of big city money. | |
As the smoke fills up your tiny room there' s nothing you can do | |
And far too late you see the one inside the box is you. | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a ruined eye | |
That' s always open... | |
And there' s a creepy doll | |
That always follows you | |
It' s got a pretty mouth | |
To swallow you whole... |