Текст песни The Chokey Chant

It's a place you are sent when you haven't been good And it's made of spikes and wood And it isn't wide enough to sit And even if you could There are nails on the bottom So you'd wish you'd stood When the hinges creek And the door is closed You cannot see squat Not the end of your nose And when you scream you don't know if the sound came out Or if the scream in your head even reached your mouth