The Mummy's Hand

If you prick us, don't it sting? If you kick us, won't it hurt? I am wrapped in scraps of linen and pieces of people's old shirts But way way underneath all these sticky bands I hold all my dreams right here in my hands I will rise from the tomb Like an infant emerging from the womb I spent several thousand years down here all alone No way to stem the lonely old ache in my bones Say the spell three times, crank up the special effects I'm gonna cast off all my bandages and see what happens next I will rise fully formed Like an infant, freshly born I've been trapped too long underneath the ground In the hollow darkness, but ain't no grave gonna hold my body down I will push my hand up through the earth And I will rise like the cry of an infant at its birth