5 AM, Friday morning
Thursday night, far from sleep
I'm still up and driving
Can't go home, obviously
So I'll just change direction
Cause they'll soon know where I live
And I wanna live, got a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
And I sang "holy holy"
As he buttoned down his pants
You can laugh, it's kinda funny
The things you think
Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
Yes I wore a slinky red thing
Does that mean I should spread
For you, your friends,
Your father, Mr. Ed?
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
And I know what this means
Me and Jesus, a few years back
Used to hang and he said
It's your choice babe, just remember
I don't think you'll be back
In 3 days time, so you choose well
Tell me what's right,
Is it my right,
To be on my stomach
Of Fred's Seville
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
And do you know Carolina?
Where the biscuits are soft and sweet
These things go through your head
When there's a man on your back
And you're pushed flat on your stomach
It's not a classic Cadillac
It was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this
No I have't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this