Pudding crypt

We found an old doll that was out in the grass
She has special powers, we said a black mass
We sat in a circle, all holding hands
The doll bed held together with old rubberbands

She'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
She's so pretty all laid out in white
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
When we need her she'll rise to the light

We look down at the ground
And into her eyes
Passed around an old teacup
Filled up with dead flies

Surprise, surprise

Were brought but not used
A collection of knives
We'll remember this moment
For all of our lives

She'll rise, she'll rise, she'll rise

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
She's so pretty all laid out in white
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
When we need her she'll rise to the light

Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
It's a flickering beautiful sight
Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin
When we need her she'll rise to the light