5am friday morning, thursday night, far from sleep
I’m still up and driving, can’t go home obviously
So I’ll just change direcition 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 kind of 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 spred
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 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 things go through you head when there’s a man on your back
And you’re pushed flat on your stomach, it’s not a classic cadillac
Me and a gun and a man on my back
But I haven’t seen barbados so I must get out of this
I haven’t seen barbados so I must get out of this |
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