Scissorhands

[Chorus: Aesop Rock & Kimya Dawson]

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

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]

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 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 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 penultimate 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..

[Pre-Chorus: Kimya Dawson]

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)

And I will not let them get through to harm you

(I will wrap my arms around you)

[Chorus: Kimya Dawson & Both]

There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands

(And I will not let them get through to harm you)

(My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you)

There are times I kick and scream and cry because I'm swept up in a hurricane of shit that hard to leave behind

(My fingers will be just like barbed wire surrounding you)

This snowballs chances are fantastic with elemental firm my past hell bent on escalating fast

(I know it's hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose)

There are days when I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag even if I had Edward Scissorhands hands

(I know it's hard I do it too always react even if I ever lose)

If I had Edward Scissorhands hands

If I had Edward Scissorhands hands