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
Pull out his hair with your moveable fingers
It looks so real
But 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'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're takin' over and they're tearin' it down
It's a doll revolution.

(Revolution)

You can pull and pinch him 'til he cries and squeals
You can twist his body 'til it faces backwards
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
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution.

What's that sound, it'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're takin' over and they're tearin' it down
It's a doll revolution.

It's a doll revolution.

Revolution
(revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
(revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
(revolution).