(Mike) 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
(All) 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
(Mike) Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I'm stepping from the dead man's tail Across the line 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 Check the view from up on top of the mast
(All) 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
(Guitar Solo)
(Mike) Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I'm stepping from the dead man's tail Across the line 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 Check the view from up on top of the mast
(All) 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 (Jian, unclear) 1,2,3,4,5, (All) Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, children are alone (your children are alone) Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire, your children are aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
