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HADESHey, little songbird, give me a songI'm a busy man and I can't stay longI got clients to call, I got orders to fillI got walls to build, I got riots to quellAnd they're giving me hell back in HadesHey, little songbird, cat got your tongue?Always a pity for one so pretty and youngWhen poverty comes to clip your wingsAnd knock the wind right out of your lungsHey, nobody sings on emptyEURYDICEStrange is the call of this strange manI want to fly down and feed at his handI want a nice soft place to landI want to lie down foreverHADESHey, little songbird, you got something fineYou'd shine like a diamond down in the mineAnd the choice is yours if you're willing to chooseSeeing as you've got nothing to loseAnd I could use a canaryEURYDICESongtexteSuddenly nothing is as it wasWhere are you now, Orpheus?Wasn't it always the two of usWeren't we birds of a feather?HADESHey, little songbird, let me guessHe's some kind of poet?and he's pennilessGive him your hand, he'll give you his hand-to-mouthHe'll write you a poem when the power's outHey, why not fly south for the winter?Hey, little songbird, look all around youSee how the vipers and vultures surround youThey'll take you down, they'll pick you cleanIf you stick around such a desperate sceneSee people get mean when the chips are down Aus Songtexte Mania