Tekster: Tori Amos. Little Earthquakes. 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
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
Amos, Tori
Amos, Tori
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