My Lyrics
Facts
Concerts Attended
Shout Outs
Favorite Lyrics
Favorite Bands
Random Pictures
My Other Sites
My MySpace Page
My LiveJournal
Ring-a-round-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 spoon fed.
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 Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down my fair lady.
Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head.
Into my childhood, they're spoon fed.
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real.
Look at the pages that cause all this evil.
Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece was white as snow.
Baa Baa Black have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
Ring-a-round-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 spoon fed.
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real.
Look at the pages that cause all this evil.
Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone