City bird
City bird
Fly away
From my window
From my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying

I set the table for the ghosts in my home
My home
And pour the wine and raise a glass
For the guests in my home

They enter in, in their skin and in their bones
Still in their bones
The vision scares, but none compares
To the dread of drinking alone

After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all
Were refused by the banker
They can never go in
So I let them in
Ah-ha, city bird

City bird
Fly away
From my window
From my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying

I light the candle for the ghosts in my home
My home
And say a prayer to please send care
For the guests in my home

But in their sleep, they claw and scream "the Devil home"
"The devil's come home"
But that nightmare does not compare
To the demons in sleeping alone

After the tower was turned to a tomb
The underworld refugees all
Were refused by the banker
And with nowhere to go
They wash up on Skid Row
Ah-ha city bird

City bird
Fly away
From my window
From my window
'Cause you don't sing
Like the birds from home sing
Your song is dying