Birdhouse In Your Soul
I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend but really I'm not actually your friend but I am
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I have a secret to tell from my electrical well
It's a simple message and I'm leaving out the whistles and bells
So the room must listen to me filibuster vigilantly
My name is blue canary onenote spelled LITE
My story's infinite like the Longines Symphonette it doesn't rest
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
I'm your only friend I'm not your only friend
But I'm a little glowing friend but really I'm not actually your friend but I am
There's a picture opposite me of my primitive ancestry
Which stood on rocky shores and kept the beaches shipwreck free
Though I respect that a lot I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and countless screaming Argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness like guardian angels its always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
And while you're at it keep the nightlight on inside the birdhouse in your soul
Kiss Me, Son Of God
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams kiss me, Son of God
I destroyed a bond of friendship and respect
Between the only people left who'd even look me in the eye
Now I laugh and make a fortune
Off the same ones that I tortured
And a world screams kiss me, Son of God
I look like Jesus, so they say but Mr. Jesus is very far away
Now you're the only one here who can tell me if it's true
That you love me and I love me
I built a little empire out of some crazy garbage
Called the blood of the exploited working class
But they've overcome their shyness
Now they're calling me Your Highness
And a world screams kiss me, Son of God
Yes a world screams kiss me, Son of God
Your Racist Friend
This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you and your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you and your racist friend
It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended
My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying
Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding
Istanbul (Not Constantinople)
Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople now it's Turkish delight on a moonlit night
Every gal in Constantinople lives in Istanbul, not Constantinople
So if you've a date in Constantinople she'll be waiting in Istanbul
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say people just liked it better that way
So take me back to Constantinople no, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can't say people just liked it better that way
Istanbul was Constantinople now it's Istanbul, not Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
So take me back to Constantinople no, you can't go back to Constantinople
Been a long time gone, Constantinople why did Constantinople get the works?
That's nobody's business but the Turks
Next Plane To London
I told her I was gonna be a star but to do it I would have to go far away
But I'll come back someday and take her away
I'm on the next plane to London leaving on runway number five
Next plane to London and I'm missing her that baby of mine
I said that over here I wasn't in down in Hollywood I couldn't find a friend
Who would help me get in or listen to me
I'm on the next plane to London leaving on runway number five
Next plane to London and I'm missing her that baby of mine
Maybe over there I'll get a start only hope by leaving I don't break her heart
The more important part than any record on the chart
Next plane to London leaving on runway number five
Next plane to London and I'm missing her that baby of mine
All The Lazy Boyfriends
Begin again, begin again wake up the lazy boyfriends
Begin again, begin again we can start at the end
Push your hands in your pockets, spaced out and sleepless
Put yourself on the docket, get ready to go
Got a brand new day planner still snug in the wrapper
And the weekly to-do list as white as the snow so who's good for nothing?
After you've run through your personal time
You still got some Wite-Out enough to erase all the previous line
Did you say out loud that you think you've lost your edge?
Man, you never lost your edge
All the lazy boyfriends are preparing to change
They're standing in the kitchen and preparing to change
All the lazy boyfriends are preparing to change
This American splendor spreads out before you
From basements to attics, garages to sheds
Who needs a vacation who needs a direction?
Who needs motivation when you live in your head?
So who's good for nothing so hard to finish, there's nothing to force
You've still got some Wite-Out and all of the girlfriends' buyer's remorse
Did you say out loud that you think you've lost your edge?
Man, you never lost your edge
All the lazy boyfriends are preparing to change
They're staring at the ceiling and preparing to change
All the lazy boyfriends are preparing
Begin again, begin again wake up the lazy boyfriends
Begin again, begin again we can start at the end
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