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Me & A Gun
by Tori Amos

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 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
Its kind of funny
Things you think
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 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 3 days time so you choose well”
Tell me whats right
Is it my right to be on my stomach
of Fred’s Seville
It 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
It was 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

Copyright 2005, Tori Amos, all rights reserved.


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