originally by Tom Waites 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 Chorus: 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 Chorus I said, Chorus 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 Chorus
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