Jun 07, 2005 16:19
We found an old doll that was out on the grass
She had special powers, we set a black mass
We sat in a circle, all holding hands
The doll barely held together with old rubber bands
She'll rise
She'll rise
She'll rise
Oh
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.
Ooohh. I love Rasputina.
And I feel like cutting my hair. ):