"Hand Hold Hero" lyrics
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Oh my back to the wall
Better that than trip and fall
Money didn't buy you nothing at all
'Cept a ball for your chain
Oh my, save your soul
Cut your hair by the rim of a bowl
Don't buy nothing you're being sold
I told you once and again
Hey there, sister Lou
How you doing, what you do?
Your father was a gambler, too
Well, the boards are good for playing
Frightful suburban sport
But there we are, takes all sorts
You can't complain, once you've been born
And it taught you some restraint
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Quick to church, quick to play
Choose that beat before it stains
It tastes so sweet by another name
And your lover will quell the pain
Hey man, I know you
How's your brother, how's your blue
How's your shallow walking shoes
Do they hurt you just the same?
Hey there, sister Lou
How you doing, what you do?
Your father was a gambler, too
Well, the boards are good for playing
Frightful suburban sport
But there we are, takes all sorts
You can't complain, once you've been born
And it taught you some restraint
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Oh my back to the wall
Better that than trip and fall
Money didn't buy you nothing at all
'Cept a ball for your chain
Oh my, save your soul
Cut your hair by the rim of a bowl
Don't buy nothing you're being sold
I told you once and again
Hey there, sister Lou
How you doing, what you do?
Your father was a gambler, too
Well, the boards are good for playing
Frightful suburban sport
But there we are, takes all sorts
You can't complain, once you've been born
And it taught you some restraint
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Quick to church, quick to play
Choose that beat before it stains
It tastes so sweet by another name
And your lover will quell the pain
Hey man, I know you
How's your brother, how's your blue
How's your shallow walking shoes
Do they hurt you just the same?
Hey there, sister Lou
How you doing, what you do?
Your father was a gambler, too
Well, the boards are good for playing
Frightful suburban sport
But there we are, takes all sorts
You can't complain, once you've been born
And it taught you some restraint
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
I choose to always be there for you
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Hand hold hero
Writer(s): Michael Lewis Lindsay, Laura Beatrice Marling
