Edna million in a drop dead suit Dutch pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on morgan's head And I'm stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head And through the bars of a cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast
Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home House is on fire, your children are alone
Yellow sheets on a hong kong bed Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside Edna million in a drop dead suit Dutch pink on a downtown train Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are alone
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