Song Lyrics
yellow sheets in a hong kong bed
stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast, a hundred dollars makes it dark inside
Hey little bird, come admire the view from up on top of the mast
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
schiffer broke a bottle on morgan s head
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast, hey little bird, hey little bird
Through the bars of a cuban jail, 16 men on a deadman s chest
i m in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman s chest
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast, through the bars of a cuban jail, 16 men on a deadman s chest
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside, a flamingo drinking from a coctail glass, yellow sheets in a hong kong bed
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest, and i ve been drinking from a broken cup, a hundred dollars makes it dark inside
yellow sheets in a hong kong bed
Fly away home, fly away home, schiffer broke a bottle on morgan s head
and i ve been stepping on the devil s tail
I m full of bourbon i can t stand up, through the bars of a cuban jail
across the stripes of a full moon s head
hey little bird
fly away home
A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass, edna million in a drop dead suit, edna million in a drop dead suit
To the carnival is what she said, and i ve been drinking from a broken cup Full, 2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
Fly away home, hey little bird, a hundred dollars makes it dark inside
across the stripes of a full moon s head
Dutch pink on a downtown train, 2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
Schiffer broke a bottle on morgan s head, a flamingo drinking from a coctail glass
I m full of bourbon i can t stand up, dutch pink on a downtown train
Bloody fingers on a purple knife, your house is on the fire your children all alone
Your house is on the fire your children all alone, edna million in a drop dead suit
through the bars of a cuban jail
dutch pink on a downtown train
Hey little bird, hey little bird, across the stripes of a full moon s head
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest, your house is on the fire your children all alone Bourbon, across the stripes of a full moon s head
Your house is on the fire your children all alone, i m in the corner in the pouring rain
i m full of bourbon i can t stand up
Across the stripes of a full moon s head, hey little bird
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside, across the stripes of a full moon s head Of, stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
across the stripes of a full moon s head
Edna million in a drop dead suit, and i ve been drinking from a broken cup
Two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot, stazybo horn and a slingerland ride
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside, and i ve been stepping on the devil s tail John, and i ve been drinking from a broken cup
i m in the corner in the pouring rain
to the carnival is what she said
16 men on a deadman s chest, i m on the lawn with somebody else s wife, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot
through the bars of a cuban jail
Yellow sheets in a hong kong bed, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot
Dutch pink on a downtown train, come admire the view from up on top of the mast, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot
schiffer broke a bottle on morgan s head
fly away home
And i ve been stepping on the devil s tail, two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot
i m full of bourbon i can t stand up
Hey little bird, fly away home
And i ve been stepping on the devil s tail, come admire the view from up on top of the mast
two dollar pistol but the gun won t shoot
And i ve been stepping on the devil s tail, schiffer broke a bottle on morgan s head