text: Edna Milton in a drop-dead suit
  Dutch Pink on a downtown train
  Two-dollar pistol but the gun wont shoot
  Im in the corner on the pouring rain
  Sixteen men on a deadmans chest
  And Ive been drinking from a broken cup
  Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest
  Im full of bourbon, I cant stand up
  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
  Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head
  And Ive been stepping on the devils tail
  Across the stripes of a full moons head
  Through the bars of a Cuban jail
  Bloody fingers on a purple knife
  A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
  Im on the lawn with someone elses wife
  Admire the view from up on top of the mast
  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
  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
  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 Milton in a drop-dead suit
  Dutch Pink on a downtown train
  Two-dollar pistol but the gun wont shoot
  Im 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