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




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