| Lyrics: | Ring around the rosies
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Nursery
rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence
revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil
One, two,
buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay
them straight
London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down
London bridges
falling down, my fair lady
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came
rolling home
. . . this old man came,
Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as
snow!
{He says it so weird that it sounds like, |
