on Rhymes & Sick Lullaby

Sing a little lullaby,
Of little babies that fall and die.
Curse the moonlight with this song,
Jack, he did a jiggly pop.

Dance to the mad tune of ticking clock,
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Poor eggman was left on the wall.

3 blind rodents and a knife...
Did u hear about the butcher's wife?
She dies, he's dead.
Ach. Ich. Ach.

Try a piece of gingerbread,
Evil apple bubble and boil,
Sell. Selling. Sold soul.

Ask not the little men where death sleeps.
For that golden mane's not a maiden's keep.
Seek beneath an angel's wings and wake up only to find you too,
have grown wings...