Lyrics of Me and a gun

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