From the recording Runs with Scissors
My indian name, given to me, oh, about 36 years ago by my Mom.
Lyrics
Runs with Scissors – Bill Nash – DADF#CD capo 1
When I was about three year's old I was trying out my new found wings
Anything mama said not to do, well, I just had to try that thing
The time had come to push my limits and it didn't matter what she'd say
That's when I learned how to run with scissors and made my mama's hair turned gray
"You could put out someone's eye with that, not to mention maybe even your own"
I'd hear her cry and then I'd smile, just to listen to my mama's moan
Life on the edge is in my blood, I've been doing it for oh, so long
Almost never even hurt myself, so how could it be so wrong
Chorus 1
I just had to run with scissors, I still do it every chance I get
It's living life out on the edge and I haven't put my eye out yet
There may be a day when I slow down, but until then you have to agree
Everyone's gonna have to put up with it 'cause I've just got to be me
Like the time I met the plate glass window up close and personal
Pieces flying everywhere, where else was my arm to go
Bright red stains on that white towel and a trip to the emergency room
But I lived to run another day, always just avoiding doom
Then the time back in junior high we were learning how to vault that horse
It galloped away at an inopportune time, when I was in the air of course
We made another trip to the cast man, they set this one up to the hip
It slowed me down a little for a time, but it could not make me quit
Chorus 2
It's funny but when I think of the times in my life when I've been hurt
Broken bones or bleeding skin, tempting fate with disaster I'd flirt
Never once in all my life did I hurt myself running with blades
Kind of makes you sit back and think how much pain I could have saved
Chorus 1 with tag
Everyone's going to have to put up with it 'cause it's not easy being me
