We set out east from Kalaw, to trek across Myanmar
Walking for three days before reaching Inle Lake
Ready to spend tomorrow on the water with newfound friends
The only problem is I'm out of cash again

I really need an ATM

I found two that night; both broken
We celebrated our trek by drinking until the night's end
Which, in rural Myanmar, is about 10 PM
Stumbled home and tried to sleep, until the alarm beep
Saying it's time to meet our captain

Our hotel was shit; no breakfast, not even bread
At dawn I stumbled onto the street
With hunger, thirst, and a pounding head
No cash for the day
Need to get it on the way
I checked the broken ones again

I really need an ATM

My last hope was close
Through an alley void of men
Still the path was blocked
by a pack of man's best friends

Some were big and some were small
Hunger in the eyes of all
I had to go past, to get to the end
The risk is clear, but the boat leaves in ten

I really need an ATM

In a sudden turn of events, I was pinned to a fence
Sweating, scared, trying to make sense
I tried to hold them off, with a single flip flop
Cursing myself for skipping that rabies shot

I really need an ATM

They soon backed away, and didn't give chase,
As I moved back towards where I began
Running towards the dock, I needed a plan
I made a deal to split the boat, and now couldn't keep my end

I really need an ATM

Arriving out of breath
With despair on my face
I told a mate
About my twisted fate
And how I almost met my end

He laughed and told me not to be fret
My needs would be met
We’ll make good before hitting the road again

I really needed a good friend