Ring around the Rosies, pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
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 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

Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came

Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow
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 whose fleece was white as snow (baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?)
Mary had a little lamb (yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)

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 whose fleece was white as snow (baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?)
Mary had a little lamb (yes sir, yes sir, hot cross buns)

Ring around the Rosies, pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
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

Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brian Welch, David Silveria, James Shaffer, Jonathan Davis, Reginald Arvizu