| Scissor Paper Rock |
|---|
| If you’re seeking repair |
| For figure eights in the ice in your stare |
| Seven stories we’re climbing tonight |
| So if you’re angry about the fact that it’s red |
| I’ll surrender |
| I’ll change it to white |
| Sneaking looks at you sleeping around |
| At you grass stained and drunk on the ground |
| So we’re taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again |
