Scissorhands
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โฑ๏ธ 2:41 duration
๐ ID: 5758715
๐ Lyrics
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.
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.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.88] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[00:03.33] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:05.06] There are times I kick and scream and cry
[00:07.30] Because I'm swept up in a hurricane
[00:08.67] Of shit that hard to leave behind
[00:10.48] This snowballs chances are fantastic
[00:12.41] With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast
[00:15.37] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[00:18.70] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:20.95] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:22.44] I would whittle pogs into pentagrams
[00:24.15] Like say hello to my little friends
[00:25.67] Give me ten snip snip
[00:26.97] Harvester of middle men
[00:28.24] And thumbs pit against a bit of spective sludge
[00:30.87] In a moment of resenting he's motivated of forgetting
[00:33.27] Home
[00:34.18] A den of grotesque over stepping
[00:36.03] Where blood ain't thick as a face full of spit
[00:38.33] From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid
[00:40.99] The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners
[00:43.46] Later bunched tight
[00:44.72] Punched lights out his miniatures
[00:46.27] And images I don't associate with my awareness anymore
[00:49.32] But I've recently been daring to explore
[00:51.46] Instead of bury
[00:52.20] Schlep home juggle the wet stones
[00:54.07] The handshakes sting
[00:55.33] But the hug is a death code
[00:56.96] The son of a spitfire
[00:58.16] Show up in the wet snow
[00:59.51] He's cutting the tripwire
[01:00.69] He's opened a window
[01:02.13] Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke
[01:04.62] In the pen ultimate seconds of a budding crescendo
[01:07.17] These stone snows
[01:08.52] Scissorhands bets
[01:10.13] Cut a pig heart from a wicked mans chest
[01:12.45] Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge
[01:18.54] Oh
[01:19.00] And accidentally injure every jam band
[01:20.69] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[01:22.79] Hmm.
[01:23.56] I will wrap my arms around you
[01:28.86] And I will not let them get through to harm you
[01:33.73] My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you
[01:39.24] And I will not let them through
[01:41.84] To do the things they want to do to you
[01:50.52] I will wrap my arms around you
[01:55.97] I will wrap my arms around you
[02:01.38] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[02:05.00] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:07.14] There are times I kick and scream and cry
[02:08.90] Because I'm swept up in a hurricane
[02:10.77] Of shit that hard to leave behind
[02:12.16] This snowballs chances are fantastic
[02:15.07] With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast
[02:17.68] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[02:21.43] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:23.80] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:27.74] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands.
[02:35.40]
[00:03.33] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:05.06] There are times I kick and scream and cry
[00:07.30] Because I'm swept up in a hurricane
[00:08.67] Of shit that hard to leave behind
[00:10.48] This snowballs chances are fantastic
[00:12.41] With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast
[00:15.37] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[00:18.70] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:20.95] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:22.44] I would whittle pogs into pentagrams
[00:24.15] Like say hello to my little friends
[00:25.67] Give me ten snip snip
[00:26.97] Harvester of middle men
[00:28.24] And thumbs pit against a bit of spective sludge
[00:30.87] In a moment of resenting he's motivated of forgetting
[00:33.27] Home
[00:34.18] A den of grotesque over stepping
[00:36.03] Where blood ain't thick as a face full of spit
[00:38.33] From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid
[00:40.99] The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners
[00:43.46] Later bunched tight
[00:44.72] Punched lights out his miniatures
[00:46.27] And images I don't associate with my awareness anymore
[00:49.32] But I've recently been daring to explore
[00:51.46] Instead of bury
[00:52.20] Schlep home juggle the wet stones
[00:54.07] The handshakes sting
[00:55.33] But the hug is a death code
[00:56.96] The son of a spitfire
[00:58.16] Show up in the wet snow
[00:59.51] He's cutting the tripwire
[01:00.69] He's opened a window
[01:02.13] Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke
[01:04.62] In the pen ultimate seconds of a budding crescendo
[01:07.17] These stone snows
[01:08.52] Scissorhands bets
[01:10.13] Cut a pig heart from a wicked mans chest
[01:12.45] Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge
[01:18.54] Oh
[01:19.00] And accidentally injure every jam band
[01:20.69] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[01:22.79] Hmm.
[01:23.56] I will wrap my arms around you
[01:28.86] And I will not let them get through to harm you
[01:33.73] My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you
[01:39.24] And I will not let them through
[01:41.84] To do the things they want to do to you
[01:50.52] I will wrap my arms around you
[01:55.97] I will wrap my arms around you
[02:01.38] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[02:05.00] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:07.14] There are times I kick and scream and cry
[02:08.90] Because I'm swept up in a hurricane
[02:10.77] Of shit that hard to leave behind
[02:12.16] This snowballs chances are fantastic
[02:15.07] With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast
[02:17.68] There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[02:21.43] Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:23.80] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:27.74] If I had Edward Scissorhands hands.
[02:35.40]