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.