We found an old doll    That was out in the grass    She has special powers    We set a black mass       We sat in a circle    All holding hands    The doll's been held together    With old rubber bands    She'll rise    She'll rise    She'll rise       I'll lay her down in her gingebread coffin    She's so pretty, all laid out in white    Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin    When we need her she'll rise in the light       We'll look down at the ground    And into her eyes    Passed around an old teacup    Filled up with dead flies    Surprise    Surprise       We brought, but not used    A collecton of knives    We'll remember this moment    Through all of our lives    She'll rise    She'll rise    She'll rise       Oh       I'll 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 in 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 night...