KoRn

Self-titled

Shoots And Ladders

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 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 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,

And if we had to pick up the missing foot um in um in . . .

(probably just Mary had a little lamb . . .)

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow!

Baa baa black sheep have you any wool

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow!

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full

Mary had a little lamb who fleece was white as snow!

Mary had a little lamb!

Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full [white trash crone]