5 a.m.

Friday morning, Thursday night

Far from sleep

I'm still up and drivin'

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

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