作曲 : The Uncluded
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 widdle pogs into pentagrams
I could say hello to my little friends
Give me ten snip snip
Harvester of middle men
And thumbs split against a bit of introspective 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 like Santa's miniatures
And images I don't associate with my awareness anymore
But I've recently been daring to explore
Instead of Mary
Schlepped home jugging 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 man's chest
Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge
Oh and I'd 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
[00:00.00] 作曲 : The Uncluded
[00:00.10]There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[00:04.02]Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:05.35]There are times I kick and scream and cry
[00:07.51]Because I'm swept up in a hurricane
[00:08.84]Of shit that hard to leave behind
[00:10.22]This snowballs chances are fantastic
[00:12.47]With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast
[00:14.98]There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[00:18.85]Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:20.59]If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[00:21.80]I would widdle pogs into pentagrams
[00:23.67]I could say hello to my little friends
[00:25.67]Give me ten snip snip
[00:26.78]Harvester of middle men
[00:28.36]And thumbs split against a bit of introspective sludge
[00:30.84]In a moment of resenting he's motivated of forgetting, home
[00:33.33]A den of grotesque over stepping
[00:36.03]Where blood ain't thick as a face full of spit
[00:38.61]From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid
[00:41.06]The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners
[00:43.61]Later bunched tight
[00:44.96]Punched like Santa's miniatures
[00:46.55]And images I don't associate with my awareness anymore
[00:48.71]But I've recently been daring to explore
[00:51.46]Instead of Mary
[00:52.38]Schlepped home jugging the wet stones
[00:54.05]The handshakes sting
[00:55.28]But the hug is a death code
[00:56.82]The son of a spitfire
[00:58.04]Show up in the wet snow
[00:59.54]He's cutting the tripwire
[01:00.93]He's opened a window
[01:01.90]Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke
[01:04.73]In the pen ultimate seconds of a budding crescendo
[01:07.29]These stone snows
[01:08.60]Scissorhands bets
[01:10.02]Cut a pig heart from a wicked man's chest
[01:12.51]Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge
[01:18.47]Oh and I'd accidentally injure every jam band
[01:20.88]If I had Edward Scissorhands hands, hmm
[01:23.54]I will wrap my arms around you
[01:28.36]And I will not let them get through to harm you
[01:33.69]My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you
[01:38.95]And I will not let them through
[01:41.35]To do the things they want to do to you
[01:45.05]I will wrap my arms around you
[01:55.67]I will wrap my arms around you
[02:01.49]There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[02:03.97]Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:05.37]There are times I kick and scream and cry
[02:07.75]Because I'm swept up in a hurricane
[02:09.38]Of shit that hard to leave behind
[02:11.66]This snowballs chances are fantastic
[02:14.79]With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast
[02:17.40]There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag
[02:21.83]Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:23.48]If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
[02:32.86]If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
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