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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

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

Your house is on fire, children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone, hey



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

Tow 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, children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone