歌曲 | Scissorhands |
歌手 | The Uncluded |
专辑 | Hokey Fright (Deluxe Version) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 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 |
[02:35.34] |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : 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 |
[02:35.34] |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : 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 |
[02:35.34] |