Testo Hold My Hand

Cut my head and lost the money
Backed into a pickup runnin' way
Strewn across the streetcar tracks
Voyeurs drinkin' Laker Ice yell, "Hey!
You coulda killed that girl"

Echoes from the shitty distant members of the band
Would you fly three thousand miles just to hold my hand

Unexpected hibernation cost you serve grand
Would you fly three thousand miles just to hold my hand