WIND UP TOY

jack got a little wind-up toy

but the plaything didn't last

rusty gears all squeaky mess

and the paint came off way way too fast 

well he chucked the thing into the trash

said "i've had enough of that"

no one told him that it wasn't right

that you can't just do that 

wind-up woke up in a state

all desperate and alone

wondering how jack could forget

how could he make the boy atone 

that reject

that tin man

that thing of springs and gears and thoughts 

he's ready

he's angry

look out man

he's not alone 

fast forward it's another day

on a bare suburban street

kid walks with his eyes to the ground

kicking trash off to the drain 

sun glints on a spot of metal

that becomes a blinding glare

there's windup haloed in sunspots

and he brought all his friends 

there's your story your

your pointed tale don't

don't throw your toys out

and leave them aware 

cuz that tin man

that reject

that man of springs

he's on his feet again

found him some

weaponry 

wind-up wind-up wind-up wind-up ...