Human Pin Cushion

She locked me in a basket
And swallowed down the key
I heard her outside laughing
Like needles sticking me
Well now I'm her favorite thing to stick shit into
She knows the place that's soft and deep
And no-one takes it quite like I can
'Cause I'm he human pin cushion
They eye me for a soft spot
And she tied the torniquets in thread
I'm slipping through the loopholes
She's sown inside my head
Well now I'm her favorite thing to stick shit into
She knows the place that's soft and deep
And no-one takes it quite like I can
'Cause I'm he human pin cushion
Well if you stick me, I won't bleed. Her pin cushion.
I'm just a prick she she doesn't need.
She styled a special pattern
In my coffins upholstery
I found her (and the scissors)
Were in conspiracy
Now I'm her... Her pin cushion.
Well if you stick me, I won't bleed. Her pin cushion.
I'm just a prick she she doesn't need.