Yeah.
  Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins,
  one for each of us and our sins.
  So you lay us in a line.
  Push your pins, they make us humble.
  Only you can tell, in time, if we fall or merely stumble.
    But tell me, can you heal what father's done or fix this hole in a mother's son?
  Can you heal the broken worlds within?
  Can you strip away so we may start again?
  Tell me, can you heal what father's done
  or cut this rope and let us run?
  Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free,
  you jab another pin, jab another pin in me.
    Yeah.
  Mirror, mirror, upon the wall, break the spell or become the doll.
  See you sharpening the pins so the holes will remind us we're just a toys in the hands of another.
  And in time the needles turn from shine to rust.
    But tell me, can you heal what father's done
  or fix this hole in a mother's son?
  Can you heal the broken worlds within?
  Can you strip away so that we may start again?
  Tell me, can you heal what father's done or cut this rope and let us run?
  Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free, you jab another pin, jab another pin in me.
    Jab it.
    Here come the pins.
    Blood for face, sweat for dirt,
  three X's for the stone.
  To break this curse, a ritual's due.
  I believe I'm not alone.
  Shell of shotgun, pint of gin, ah, numb us up to shield the pins.
  Renew our faith which a way we can
  to fall in love with life again,
  to fall in love with life again, to fall in love with life again, to fall in love, to fall in love, to fall in love with life again.
    So tell me, can you heal what father's done
  or fix this hole in a mother's son?
  Can you heal the broken worlds within?
  Can you strip away so we may start again?
  Ya tell me, can you heal what father's done or cut this rope and let us run?
  Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free, you jab another pin, jab another pin in me.
    No more pins in me, yeah.
  No more, no more pins in me.
  No more, no more pins in me.
  No more, no more, no more, no, no, no.