I'm the band in a show bout a man holding hands with his wife
On a therapist couch with his face to the crowd
after fucking around countless nights
And there's this one episode, close-up cameras were showing him crying
His red head and his red eyes
I'm the band in a show bout a boy being buried alive
From his head to his toes by a criminal but with a sensitive soul
with a set of raccoon eyes
And there's this scene in the show when a hustler knows he's gonna die
The ground opens and he climbs inside
And as he speaks his last line, a thought falls from his mind
and I pick it up and write it through the tv
Oh, oh
Is there a hand to take hold of the scene?
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