Scissorhands The Uncluded

[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..