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
Its kind of funny
Things you think
in Times like these
Like I haven't seen Barbados
so I must get out of this
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
Tell me what’s right Is it my right
to be on my stomach
of Fred’s Seville
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 Cadillac
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
I haven't seen Barbados
so I must get out of this
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words by Tori Amos.








































