[Title: Playground Shrapnel] [Style: Gorillaz style alternative hip-hop, bouncy melancholic trip-hop beat, eerie nursery rhyme melodies, whimsical yet sinister undertones, deadpan British-accented rap delivery, lo-fi grit] [Tempo: 92 BPM] [Intro] [Style: Jangly toy piano plays a creepy, off-key nursery rhyme melody, accompanied by a lazy, head-nodding drum machine break] [Spoken / Deadpan] Ring-a-ring-a-roses, pockets full of... bruises. *Keep it quiet, duck. Don't let the vicar see the blood on the sleeve.* [Verse 1] London bridge is tumblin' down, but I’m the one who kicked the piers Smiles all around while I’m harvestin' your hidden tears Humpty Dumpty pushed himself, or maybe I just gave a shove Tenderizing knuckles with a velvet glove of iron love Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of dental pain Splatter on the cobblestones, a lovely little crimson stain Keep it under tap, yeah, seal the lid and lock the jaw Nobody suspects a bloke who follows every single law [Melodic Rap Flow] *Twinkle, twinkle, little star,* *Look how quiet killers are.* *Sneakin' in the shadows, wearin' cardigans and grins,* *That's where all the quiet little midnight joy begins.* [Chorus] [Style: Catchy, slightly distorted falsetto backing vocals mixed with a monotone rap hook, jangly toy piano twinkling in the background] ~ *Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top...* ~ ~ *When the wind blows, the skull’s gonna pop...* ~ Keep it under tap, keep it sweet and low, Nobody needs to know where the bodies go. ~ *Rock-a-bye, slaughterhouse, down in the lane...* ~ ~ *Smile for the camera while I stir the brain...* ~ [Verse 2] Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool? Nah, mate, my pockets are just packed with broken skull Mary had a little lamb, she fed it to the meat machine Cleanest little massacre you've ever fuckin' seen Whisper in the classroom, scream inside the padded cell Doin' the macabre tango right down in a porcelain hell Tick-tock, clock's out, keep the violence on a leash Nothin' like a bit of ultra-violence just to bring the peace [Spoken Interlude] [Style: Jangly toy piano solo, very childish and dissonant] Mind the porcelain, darling. Don't want to wake the neighbors. [Chorus] [Style: Catchy, slightly distorted falsetto backing vocals mixed with a monotone rap hook, jangly toy piano twinkling in the background] ~ *Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top...* ~ ~ *When the wind blows, the skull’s gonna pop...* ~ Keep it under tap, keep it sweet and low, Nobody needs to know where the bodies go. ~ *Rock-a-bye, slaughterhouse, down in the lane...* ~ ~ *Smile for the camera while I stir the brain...* ~ [Verse 3] London town is sleepin' while I’m tap-dancin' on nerves Swervin' through the sanity and testin' all the curves Got a little grin pinned back with safety pins and tape Nowhere left to hide, ain't no alternative escape Pitter-patter, little feet, comin' down the corridor Always want a bit of something bloodier and horrider Shh... quiet now, the telly's on, the carpet's clean Best behaved delinquent that you've ever fuckin' seen. [Outro] [Style: Beat cuts out abruptly, leaving only the jangly toy piano playing a slow, mocking lullaby loop, fading into distant police sirens] [Spoken] There's a good lad. Put the hammer in the drawer. Wash your hands. Time for tea. *(Music box winds down and stops)*
