| 歌曲 | Scissorhands |
| 歌手 | The Uncluded |
| 专辑 | Hokey Fright (Deluxe Version) |
| [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] | 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] |