Running With Scissors
The only way that i'll make the papers
These days is if i load a gun
And fire a bullet into my brain
But then again the hackneyed hacks
Will only write i'm only jumping
Someone else's train it's always the same
And i can't begin to tell you now
How many strange beds i have known
I was never one to kiss and tell
But i do have a scandal to sell
Didn't your mother tell you don't run with scissors?
You might just fall and hurt yourself
They could impale you so don't run with scissors
Cos being stabbed is not good for your health
No i won't confess all of my sins
'cos some of my sins are your sins too
I'd rather die on my feet
Than live down on my knees
It's a dangerous game running with scissors
Wouldn't wish you to fall and hurt yourself
It's such a crying shame to see you running with scissors
But stabbing yourself is exactly what you deserve
So why don't you put those scissors down before you hurt someone?
Autor(es): Wayne Hussey
