| Cut, cut, cut | |
| Oh, I cut my face | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| I can hurt my friends | |
| And it's not because I'm mad | |
| Or some kind of maniac | |
| I just have no hands | |
| I have blades instead | |
| A fashionable hair-cut | |
| A clipping for your dog | |
| I'll make funny figures | |
| Out of bushes in your yard | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| Oh, I cut my face | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| I can hurt my friends | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| Oh, I cut my face | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| I can hurt my friends | |
| Can't hold you, baby | |
| If I only had a chance | |
| To touch your face | |
| Without shedding blood | |
| Don't be suspicious of me | |
| You know all the truth | |
| Keep in your heart | |
| Remembrance of Edward | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| Oh, I cut my face | |
| Cut, cut, cut | |
| I can hurt my friends |