Me And A Gun

5:00 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, its kind of funny 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 hink You'll be back in 3 days time So you choose well" Tell me whats 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 caddilac 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 haven't seen Barbados So I must get out of this