I can't stand to shake hands
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
A way for them not to bleed

There more than my hands...there more than some blades
More than some shop objects that were made
It's not easy to be me

Wish that I could clap
Not to applaud thee that made me
Find a way to think back
About some hands I never did see

They may puncture a nerve...but don't be naive
Even my hands don't have the right to make you bleed
You may be disturbed...but I do believe
Even scissorhands have the right to clean
It's not easy to be me

Cut, cut real blades...they all run from me
It's all right...you can touch them if you like
I'm not crazy...or anything...

I can't stand to clap
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to use
Their body as a tool

I'm only a man with razor sharp blades
Looking for true friends that don't want me just for shaves
Only a man with razor sharp blades
Looking for those who come when I wave
When I wave
No shaves
Yeah, when I wave
When I wave

I'm only a man
With razor sharp blades
I'm only a man
Looking to control my rage

I'm only a man
With razor sharp blades
And it's not easy, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...

It's not easy to be me