Scissor Paper Rock

If you're seeking repair

For figure eights in the ice in your stare

Seven storeys 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

So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again

So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again

So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again