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
Compositor: M Ellen Amos (Tori Amos) ECAD: Obra #25927938 Fonograma #1096115