5am friday morning, thursday night, far from sleepI’m still up and driving, can’t go home obviouslySo I’ll just change direcition cause they’ll soon know where I liveAnd I wanna liveGot a full tank and some chipsIt was me and a gun and a man on my backAnd I sang “holy holy” as he buttoned down his pantsYou can laugh, It’s kind of funny the things you think times like theselike I haven’t seen Barbados so I must get out of thisYes I wore a slinky red thing, does that mean I should spredfor you, your friends, your father, Mr. EdIt was me and a gun and a man on my backbut I haven’t seen Barbados so I must get out of thisAnd I know what this means, me and Jesus a few years backUsed to hang and he said “It’s your choice babe, just rememberI 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 SevilleIt was me and a gun and a man on my backBut I haven’t seen Barbados so I must get out of thisAnd do you know Carolina where the biscuits are soft and sweetThese things go through you head when there’s a man on your backand you’re pushed flat on your stomach, it’s not a classic cadillacMe and a gun and a man on my backBut I haven’t seen Barbados so I must get out of this
I haven’t seen Barbados so I must get out of this