Me and a Gun

5am, 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'l oon 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
Me, and a gun, and a man on my back
But I haven't sen 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?

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 thnk that 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 thoughts go through your head when there's a man on your back
You're pushed flat on your tomach, it's not a clasic cadillac

Me, and a gun, and a man on my back
But I haven't sen Barbados, so I must get out of this
No I haven't een Barbados, so I must....get out of THIS.


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