[Hook: 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 s*** that hard to leave behind
This s*****lls 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 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 a**ociate 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 mans 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..
[Verse 2: 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
[Hook: 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 s*** that hard to leave behind
This s*****lls 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 3: Kimya Dawson]
If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
If I had Edward Scissorhands hands.
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 s*** that hard to leave behind
This s*****lls 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 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 a**ociate 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 mans 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..
[Verse 2: 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
[Hook: 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 s*** that hard to leave behind
This s*****lls 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 3: Kimya Dawson]
If I had Edward Scissorhands hands
If I had Edward Scissorhands hands.