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