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Artist: KoRn
Album: Korn (1994)
Title: Shoots and Ladders

Lyrics Shoots and Ladders

Ring-a-round the rosies.
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
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 Bridges falling down,
falling down, falling down.
London Bridges 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.
Knick knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
Knick knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone.
This old man came rolling home.
Knick knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone!
This old man came...
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
{Baa Baa Black have you any wool?}
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
{Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.}
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
{Baa Baa Black have you any wool?}
Mary had a little lamb! {Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.}
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
{Baa Baa Black have you any wool?}
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
{Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.}
Mary had a little lamb, it's fleece as white as snow.
{Baa Baa Black have you any wool?}
Mary had a little lamb! {Yes sir, yes sir, white trash crone.}
Ring-a-round the rosies.
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
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!
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