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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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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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, hey
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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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Tow 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, 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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Jockey Full Of Bourbon
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