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?