Meat Loaf Lawyers, Guns & Money song lyrics

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