Lyrics:

5 a.m., 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 kind of funny
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?

Was me and a gun
And a man on my back
But I haven't seen Barbados
So I must get out of this

And 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 three days time, so you choose well'
Tell me what's right, is it my right
To be on my stomach of Fred's Seville

Was 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 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

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