stab a knife in the back let the blood drip down...

do you all remember those little clapping games we all used to do in elementary school like miss mary mac, and dum dum day... dum dum dayyy dum dum alay alay, ce ce sayyy ce ce alay alay, mini mini echo mini mini alay alay, mini mini echo, mini mini alay alay, cocoa pie cocoa pie cocoa pie oh yes... who the hell came up with that? or miss susie had a steamboat, the steamboat had a bell ding ding, miss susie went to heven the steamboat went to hell-oo operator please give me number nine and if you disconnect me ill kick you from be-hinnnnd the frigorator there was a piece of glass, miss susie sat upon it and broke her lieelt as-sk me no more questions tell me no more lies, the boys are in the bathroom zipping up- the flies are in the medow the bees are in the bark, miss susie and her boyfriend are kissing in the d-a-r-k d-a-r-k dark dark, darker than the ocean darker than the sea, darker than the fat boy chasing after me and well the rest after that gets alittle fuzzy, and then there was always the one we did at sleep overs (or atleast i did) crack and egg on the head let the yoke run down crack and egg on the head let the yoke run down, people are dying children are crying, stab a knife in the back let the blood drip down, stab a knife in the back let the blood drip down, people are dying children are crying, you know what? i miss that, i miss not having to worry... oh how i wish i was five agan... id do that surgery a thousand times over if the pain of emotions would stop