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