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 at 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's me and a gun and a man on my back

But I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

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's 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 that 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's me and a gun and a man on my back

And I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this

I haven't seen Barbados

So I must get out of this