Texty: Elvis Costello. Hand in Hand.

No, don't ask me to apologize
I won't ask you to forgive me
If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me

You say, "Why don't you be a man about it
Like they do in the grown up movies?"
But when it comes to the other way around
You say you just wanna use me

Oh, you sit and you wonder whether
It's gonna be syndicated
You sit with your knees together
All the time your breath is bated

Hand in hand, no, don't ask me to apologize
I won't ask you to forgive me
If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me

Don't you know I got the bully boys out
Changing someone's facial design
Sitting with my toy room lout
Polishing my precious china

Don't you know I'm an animal
But don't you know I can't stand up steady
But you can't show me any kind of hell
That I don't know already

Hand in hand, no, don't ask me to apologize
I won't ask you to forgive me
If I'm gonna go down, you're gonna come with me
Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand

Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand
Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand
Hand in hand, hand in hand, hand in hand