Run with scissors

Of just how far that I've come To whom it may concern Only run with scissors When you want to get hurt

Break a mirror Roll the dice Run with scissors Through a chip pan fire fight

Mama always told me don’t you run Don’t you run with scissors, son You’re gonna hurt someone

Sucking to the point where you throw up And I don’t give a crap about anything else like junkies I cross the finish line because I run with scissors Who knows if we’re alone or if there’s a God and it’s two of us, dude

[Verse 1] I'm my dad's worst fears "Don't run with scissors" So I grabbed shoes

You're in the business of cutting ties A-and you do it so suddenly You run with scissors like a child I keep you under my canopy

And mine's laser sharp, oh, when it comes to you When you wait for a train, don't cross the yellow line Don't run with scissors, and don't text and drive Call me the minute you get to your dad's

If you write a drunk text, look at the address next. Eat everything I cook, don’t put it on Facebook. Never run with scissors, or ski in a blizzard. I love you all the time…

I got 7 years of bad luck Didn't even break a mirror, Never tried to run with scissors

no harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier than ash around the metacarpal still clutching the teddy bears, we can run with scissors through the city fair or situate the nuzzle with the subtle art of splitting

Here’s the mission: to go omniscient, To run with scissors and skip the incision, The truth? It’s got vision but it’s got no heart,

So I taught my son that banana is spelled as (fart) and that his mother made Paris up And to run with scissors, to put wings on a dachshund And to set fire to the neighbor's Renault