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
Marco Giunco |
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