We found an old doll that was out in the grass, She had special powers, we said a Black Mass. We sat in a circle all holding hands. The Doll-bed held together with old rubberbands. She'll rise, she'll rise. Chorus: Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin. She's so pretty all dressed up in white. Lay her down in her gingerbread coffin. When we need her, she'll rise to the light. (It's a flickering, beautiful sight.) We looked down at the ground and into her eyes. Passed around an old teacup filled up with dead flies. (Surprise, surprise!) Were brought but not used a collection of knives. We'll remember this moment for all of our lives. She'll rise, she'll rise.