Lucky wire, tangled up
With some pliers, which one to cut?
With a little bit of salt

Well inside, lies tubs of hair
Newspapered floors, and a tiger that stayed bedridden
Just watch your step, don't touch its tail
He's got a bite, don't let him bite you

Cut the wires, any wire
Break the hand that built it
Cut the wires, any wire
Break the hand that built it
When it falls, throw the pieces in the ocean
All you need to do is cut it open

At the wire, tangled up
With some pliers, which one to cut?
Saved from fire, with a lump
But killed the choir, and poured the cup
Before it all comes crash down
With a little bit of salt

One white glove for one red hand
A sticky grip on the strings that pull
One white glove for one red hand
A sticky grip on the strings that pull
Hold the hammer over the towel
And strike it down with all of your power

Run the wire, tangled up
With some pliers, which one to cut?
Saved from fire, with a lump
But killed the choir, and poured the cup
Before it all comes crash down
With a little bit of salt

There is a chess board on the ceiling
Propped on a table, with two of the pieces missing
Who is it playing? How did it get him?
There's blood on your face! Can't you feel that is dripping?
Why won't you cut it? Cut the wire
Ripped them out with its deep-seated roots

Cut the wires, any wire
Break the hand that built it
Cut the wires, any wire
Break the hand that built it
When it falls, throw the pieces in the ocean
All you need to do is cut it open

Rusty wire, tangled up
With some pliers, which one to cut?
Saved from fire, with a lump
It killed the choir, and poured the cup
Before it all comes crash down
With a little bit of salt