Citycop Bluebird
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you.
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him
And inhale cigarette smoke
And the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks
Never know that he's in there.
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up?
Do you want to screw up the works?
Do you want to blow my book sales in Europe?
There's a bluebird in my heart
That wants to get out but I'm too clever,
I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.
Then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there,
I haven't quite let him die
And we sleep together like that with our secret pact
And it's nice enough to make a man weep,
But I don't weep, do you?
