Is some springs and stings ahead
Wrap them firmly and complete
And then nail them to the stage
You bounce back and play all day

If the writing time is all
Paper cuts
Don't try to play them
Paper cuts
I look down and I'm not lying now

She's all too happy now
He's only throwing up again
Up again

Well, I'm a paper man
And I love my hands
And I know
I know
On the world

And we don't even understand
Now we don't understand
These paper cuts

No no no

And we don't even understand
And we don't even understand
And we don't even understand
And we don't even understand

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Robert E. Jr. Pollard