Scissorhands

There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands There are times I kick and scream and cry Because I'm swept up in a hurricane Of shit that hard to leave behind This snowballs chances are fantastic With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands If I had Edward Scissorhands hands I would whittle pogs into pentagrams Like say hello to my little friends Give me ten snip snip Harvester of middle men And thumbs pit against a bit of spective sludge In a moment of resenting he's motivated of forgetting Home A den of grotesque over stepping Where blood ain't thick as a face full of spit From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners Later bunched tight Punched lights out his miniatures And images I don't associate with my awareness anymore But I've recently been daring to explore Instead of bury Schlep home juggle the wet stones The handshakes sting But the hug is a death code The son of a spitfire Show up in the wet snow He's cutting the tripwire He's opened a window Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke In the pen ultimate seconds of a budding crescendo These stone snows Scissorhands bets Cut a pig heart from a wicked mans chest Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge Oh And accidentally injure every jam band If I had Edward Scissorhands hands Hmm. I will wrap my arms around you And I will not let them get through to harm you My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you And I will not let them through To do the things they want to do to you I will wrap my arms around you I will wrap my arms around you There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands There are times I kick and scream and cry Because I'm swept up in a hurricane Of shit that hard to leave behind This snowballs chances are fantastic With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands If I had Edward Scissorhands hands If I had Edward Scissorhands hands.