Eat My Hand

Hold My Hand
Every night I wake up screaming from this reocurring dream
I'm on an airplane and I'm on a rugby team
Where theres Donner Parties and the mountains seem so clear
Hey pilot, should we fly so near?
Hold my Hand
I remember days on wine and chocolate
half the people died in the plane crash
I don't want to eat your flesh but, maybe I have to
(Spoken) "Hey Ted, if you die, you can eat me."
Eat my Hand.
Wrote rhymes of surviving,
we got hit in an avalanche
A lot more people died, now theres only 16 of us left
I'm kind of getting used to the taste of human flesh
It's really not so bad, I think I'll open a resturant