Toys

Cindy's spending too much money on clothes Ken is going back to Gay Bob The teddy bears swear the neighborhood's gone Since the moving in of Golliwog Rag doll gets beaten up by the action man The one with the real life hair He walks and he talks in a commanding voice But sexually, he's not all there Oh dear, what can the matter be My children, sweet children What gives down in the nursery My children, sweet children Oh dear, what if the cradle falls My children, sweet children Toys are only human after all Who killed 'em, we killed 'em If toys are quarreling amongst themselves What hope is there now for the world? The smell of smoke hanging thick over Funland As the older toys are pushed down a ramp The microchip master race are melting them down In a dolly concentration camp The world's gone mad but in miniature The kids can only do what they feel See them copy what their parents have done 'Til they're old enough to do it for real Oh dear, what can the matter be My children, sweet children What gives down in the nursery My children, sweet children Oh dear, what if the cradle falls My children, sweet children Toys are only human after all Who killed 'em, we killed 'em If toys are quarreling amongst themselves What hope is there now for the world? Burn Oh dear, what can the matter be My children, sweet children What gives down in the nursery My children, sweet children Oh dear, what if the cradle falls My children, sweet children Toys are only human after all Who killed 'em, we killed 'em Oh dear, what can the matter be My children, sweet children What gives down in the nursery My children, sweet children Oh dear, what if the cradle falls My children, sweet children Toys are only human after all Who killed 'em, we killed 'em Oh dear, what can the matter be What gives down in the nursery Oh dear, what if the cradle falls Toys are only human after all Oh dear, what can the matter be What gives down in the nursery