Ring around the rosy
poskets full of posies
the gun is nestled cozily
against my head again
my finger on the trigger
a bang then it fires
im getting sorta tired
our names on the bullet
the last thing going through my mind

Ring around the trigger
a pocket full of dead posies
the blood pool getting bigger
ashes our sweet ashes
love falls down

Ashes to ashes
we both go down
the king is dead
he lost his crown
lets both escape
this cracked up town
if i go your coming too
as the bullet rushes through
if you go im coming too
we both go down


Ring around the trigger
a pocket full of dead posies
the blood pool gatting bigger
ashes our sweet ashes
love falls...down