| Lyrics: | Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was
with the Russians, too
I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send
lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this
I'm the innocent
bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my
luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
Now I'm hiding in
Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the
fan
Send lawyers, guns and money |
