Sangtekst: Tori Amos. Little Earthquakes. Me And A Gun.

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5 a.m., Friday morning, Thursday night far from sleep.
I'm still up an 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.
Was me and a gun, an a man on my back.
And I sang 'Holy Holy' as he buttoned down his pants.
You can laugh, it's kind of funny the things you think in times like these,
Like I haven't seen Barbados so I must get outta this.

Yes, I wore a slinky red thing, does that mean I should spread,
For you, your friends, your father, Mister Ed?
Was me an a gun an a man on my back.
But I haven't seen Barbados, so I must get outta this.


An I know what this means, me and Jesus, a few years back,
Used to hang an 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 an a gun an a man on my back.
But I haven't seen Barbados, so I must get outta 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.
You're pushed flat on your stomach; it's not a classic Cadillac.
Me an a gun an a man on my back.
But I haven't seen Barbados, so I must get outta this.
I haven't seen Barbados, so I must get outta this.