Dolls.

Turn your back

That’s when they come to play

Mama Jen reaches for her flask

Uncle Ben goes down to line up a track

Little Sara and Ken running around chasing hens

Put that light on and everything goes back to place

Looking in at their perfect faces but turn out those lights

That’s when they come to play

Daddy Phil is bandaging his bruised knuckles

Mama Jen needs about 8 more drinks

Her perfect body is cracking

No one sees the pain even these pure dolls can break