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'll fall or mearly stumble But tell me Can you heal what father's done Or fix this hole in 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