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 and your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Fly away home
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of a full moon's head
All 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
Your house is on fire and your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Fly away home
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire and your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Fly away home
Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn on 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
Well, I'm in the corner on the pouring rain
Oh hey little bird
Your house is on fire and your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Fly away home
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire and your children are alone
Hey little bird, hey little bird
Oh fly away home
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