Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what an imitation is?
Only you do

You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
Why waste time altering the hemline?

Or do you?

Tear off your own head

Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution


You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
You can pull his hair with your moveable fingers

It looks so real
If one won't do it, so collect the set
Dress him in pink ribbons

Put him in a kitchenette
How does this feel?


Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution


What's that sound?
It will turn you around

It's a doll revolution

They're taking over

And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution


You can pull and pinch him
'Till he cries and squeals
You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards

Those plastic features
You could make somebody a pretty little wife
But don't let anybody tell you how to live your life

Broken pieces

Tear off your own head

Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
Tear off your own head

Revolution