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, gra** stained and drunk on the ground So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again (So we're taking you down) Scissor, paper, rock again So we're taking you down with the scissor, paper, rock again (So we're taking you down) Scissor, paper, rock again