Just remember, this is titled bad for a reason.

Baby Dolls

Throughout the day, they want to play

Your best friend, they’re here to stay.

When darkness falls, they become possessed

Their only goal, your eternal rest.


As you slowly drift off to sleep,

From under your bed is where they’ll creep

Quietly they’ll crawl onto your bed

And whisper thoughts into your head.


Their hairless heads shine in the moonlight

And that lazy eye gives all a fright

The baby dolls have come to play

And death will surely come your way