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5 a.m. Friday morning
Thursday night far from sleep
I'm still up and driving
I can't go home obviously
So I'll just change direction
Cause they'll soon know where I live
And I wanna live and I wanna live
Got a full tank and some chips
It was me and a gun and man on my back
And I sang, "holy, holy", as he buttoned down his pants
Me and a gun and man on my back
But 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?
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 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
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 on your stomach
It's not a classic Cadillac... |
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