Saturday, April 30, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Me and a Gun
5am
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 konw 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
Me and a gun, and a 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
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
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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