meat loaf
lawyers, guns and money
Well, I went home with the waitress You know the way I always do Well how was I to know She was with the Russians, too  I was gambling in Havana You know I took a little risk Send lawyers, guns and money Daddy, won't you get me out of this  I'm an innocent bystander Somehow I got stuck Between a rock and a hard place And I'm down on my luck Oh yea, I'm down on my luck Oh yea, I'm down on my luck Oh baby, I'm down on my luck I'm so far down, I don't think I'll ever get up If it weren't for bad luck Oh if it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all  Now I'm stranded in Honduras I'm a desperate man Send lawyers, guns and money The shit has hit the fan Send lawyers, guns and money Send lawyers, guns and money Get me out of this Send lawyers, guns and money You know the shit has hit the fan    