Shoots and Ladders

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 --- Shoots and Ladders - Korn