Scissorhands Lyrics
| Song | Scissorhands |
| Artist | The Uncluded |
| Album | Hokey Fright 2LP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : The Uncluded |
| [00:00.000] | There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag |
| [00:03.824] | Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:05.071] | There are times I kick and scream and cry |
| [00:07.325] | Because I'm swept up in a hurricane |
| [00:09.090] | Of shit that hard to leave behind |
| [00:10.585] | This snowballs chances are fantastic |
| [00:12.329] | With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast |
| [00:15.085] | There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag |
| [00:18.577] | Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:20.322] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:22.572] | I would whittle pogs into pentagrams |
| [00:24.586] | Like say hello to my little friends |
| [00:25.824] | Give me ten snip snip |
| [00:27.075] | Harvester of middle men |
| [00:28.327] | And thumbs pit against a bit of introspective sludge |
| [00:30.334] | In a moment of resenting he's motivated of forgetting |
| [00:32.829] | Home |
| [00:34.578] | A den of grotesque over stepping |
| [00:35.835] | Where blood ain't thick as a face full of spit |
| [00:38.088] | From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid |
| [00:40.339] | The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners |
| [00:43.836] | Later bunched tight |
| [00:44.828] | Punched lights out his miniatures |
| [00:46.323] | And images I don't associate with my awareness anymore |
| [00:48.579] | But I've recently been daring to explore |
| [00:50.576] | Instead of bury |
| [00:52.075] | Schlep home juggle the wet stones |
| [00:53.823] | The handshakes sting |
| [00:55.319] | But the hug is a death code |
| [00:56.573] | The son of a spitfire |
| [00:57.827] | Show up in the wet snow |
| [00:59.084] | He's cutting the tripwire |
| [01:00.567] | He's opened a window |
| [01:01.823] | Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke |
| [01:04.322] | In the penultimate seconds of a budding crescendo |
| [01:06.824] | These stone snows |
| [01:08.579] | Scissorhands bets |
| [01:09.834] | Cut a pig heart from a wicked mans chest |
| [01:12.090] | Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge |
| [01:18.071] | Oh |
| [01:18.829] | And accidentally injure every jam band |
| [01:20.584] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [01:22.324] | Hmm.. |
| [01:23.569] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [01:27.839] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [01:33.586] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [01:39.275] | And I will not let them through |
| [01:42.172] | To do the things they want to do to you |
| [01:50.678] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [01:55.920] | (I will wrap my arms around you) |
| [02:01.183] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [02:02.934] | (I will wrap my arms around you) |
| [02:03.430] | |
| [02:03.681][Chorus: Kimya Dawson & Both] | |
| [02:04.924] | There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:06.921] | (And I will not let them get through to harm you) |
| [02:09.421] | (My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you) |
| [02:10.936] | There are times I kick and scream and cry because I'm swept up in a hurricane of shit that hard to leave behind |
| [02:12.175] | (My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you) |
| [02:14.360] | This snowballs chances are fantastic with elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast |
| [02:15.357] | (I know it's hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose) |
| [02:17.606] | There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:21.317] | (I know it's hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose) |
| [02:27.799] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:33.051] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : The Uncluded |
| [00:00.000] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag |
| [00:03.824] | Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:05.071] | There are times I kick and scream and cry |
| [00:07.325] | Because I' m swept up in a hurricane |
| [00:09.090] | Of shit that hard to leave behind |
| [00:10.585] | This snowballs chances are fantastic |
| [00:12.329] | With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast |
| [00:15.085] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag |
| [00:18.577] | Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:20.322] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:22.572] | I would whittle pogs into pentagrams |
| [00:24.586] | Like say hello to my little friends |
| [00:25.824] | Give me ten snip snip |
| [00:27.075] | Harvester of middle men |
| [00:28.327] | And thumbs pit against a bit of introspective sludge |
| [00:30.334] | In a moment of resenting he' s motivated of forgetting |
| [00:32.829] | Home |
| [00:34.578] | A den of grotesque over stepping |
| [00:35.835] | Where blood ain' t thick as a face full of spit |
| [00:38.088] | From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid |
| [00:40.339] | The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners |
| [00:43.836] | Later bunched tight |
| [00:44.828] | Punched lights out his miniatures |
| [00:46.323] | And images I don' t associate with my awareness anymore |
| [00:48.579] | But I' ve recently been daring to explore |
| [00:50.576] | Instead of bury |
| [00:52.075] | Schlep home juggle the wet stones |
| [00:53.823] | The handshakes sting |
| [00:55.319] | But the hug is a death code |
| [00:56.573] | The son of a spitfire |
| [00:57.827] | Show up in the wet snow |
| [00:59.084] | He' s cutting the tripwire |
| [01:00.567] | He' s opened a window |
| [01:01.823] | Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke |
| [01:04.322] | In the penultimate seconds of a budding crescendo |
| [01:06.824] | These stone snows |
| [01:08.579] | Scissorhands bets |
| [01:09.834] | Cut a pig heart from a wicked mans chest |
| [01:12.090] | Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge |
| [01:18.071] | Oh |
| [01:18.829] | And accidentally injure every jam band |
| [01:20.584] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [01:22.324] | Hmm.. |
| [01:23.569] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [01:27.839] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [01:33.586] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [01:39.275] | And I will not let them through |
| [01:42.172] | To do the things they want to do to you |
| [01:50.678] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [01:55.920] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [02:01.183] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [02:02.934] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [02:03.430] | |
| [02:03.681][Chorus: Kimya Dawson & Both] | |
| [02:04.924] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:06.921] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [02:09.421] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [02:10.936] | There are times I kick and scream and cry because I' m swept up in a hurricane of shit that hard to leave behind |
| [02:12.175] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [02:14.360] | This snowballs chances are fantastic with elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast |
| [02:15.357] | I know it' s hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose |
| [02:17.606] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:21.317] | I know it' s hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose |
| [02:27.799] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:33.051] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : The Uncluded |
| [00:00.000] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag |
| [00:03.824] | Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:05.071] | There are times I kick and scream and cry |
| [00:07.325] | Because I' m swept up in a hurricane |
| [00:09.090] | Of shit that hard to leave behind |
| [00:10.585] | This snowballs chances are fantastic |
| [00:12.329] | With elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast |
| [00:15.085] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag |
| [00:18.577] | Even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:20.322] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [00:22.572] | I would whittle pogs into pentagrams |
| [00:24.586] | Like say hello to my little friends |
| [00:25.824] | Give me ten snip snip |
| [00:27.075] | Harvester of middle men |
| [00:28.327] | And thumbs pit against a bit of introspective sludge |
| [00:30.334] | In a moment of resenting he' s motivated of forgetting |
| [00:32.829] | Home |
| [00:34.578] | A den of grotesque over stepping |
| [00:35.835] | Where blood ain' t thick as a face full of spit |
| [00:38.088] | From a eucharistic minister enraged with his kid |
| [00:40.339] | The very same hand feeding Christ to parishioners |
| [00:43.836] | Later bunched tight |
| [00:44.828] | Punched lights out his miniatures |
| [00:46.323] | And images I don' t associate with my awareness anymore |
| [00:48.579] | But I' ve recently been daring to explore |
| [00:50.576] | Instead of bury |
| [00:52.075] | Schlep home juggle the wet stones |
| [00:53.823] | The handshakes sting |
| [00:55.319] | But the hug is a death code |
| [00:56.573] | The son of a spitfire |
| [00:57.827] | Show up in the wet snow |
| [00:59.084] | He' s cutting the tripwire |
| [01:00.567] | He' s opened a window |
| [01:01.823] | Like a mercenary gunning for a slumbering death stroke |
| [01:04.322] | In the penultimate seconds of a budding crescendo |
| [01:06.824] | These stone snows |
| [01:08.579] | Scissorhands bets |
| [01:09.834] | Cut a pig heart from a wicked mans chest |
| [01:12.090] | Maybe hang it high on a fence for a fantasy alive in the eyes of revenge |
| [01:18.071] | Oh |
| [01:18.829] | And accidentally injure every jam band |
| [01:20.584] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [01:22.324] | Hmm.. |
| [01:23.569] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [01:27.839] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [01:33.586] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [01:39.275] | And I will not let them through |
| [01:42.172] | To do the things they want to do to you |
| [01:50.678] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [01:55.920] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [02:01.183] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [02:02.934] | I will wrap my arms around you |
| [02:03.430] | |
| [02:03.681][Chorus: Kimya Dawson & Both] | |
| [02:04.924] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:06.921] | And I will not let them get through to harm you |
| [02:09.421] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [02:10.936] | There are times I kick and scream and cry because I' m swept up in a hurricane of shit that hard to leave behind |
| [02:12.175] | My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you |
| [02:14.360] | This snowballs chances are fantastic with elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast |
| [02:15.357] | I know it' s hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose |
| [02:17.606] | There are days when I couldn' t fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:21.317] | I know it' s hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose |
| [02:27.799] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
| [02:33.051] | If I had Edward Scissorhands hands |
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