Hey, Little Songbird

Hey, little songbird, give me a song
 I'm a busy man and I can't stay long
 I got clients to call, I got orders to fill
 I got walls to build, I got riots to quell
 And they're giving me hell back in Hades
 Hey, little songbird, cat got your tongue?
 Always a pity for one so pretty and young
 When poverty comes to clip your wings
 And knock the wind right out of your lungs
 Hey, nobody sings on empty
 Strange is the call of this strange man
 I wanna fly down and feed at his hand
 I want a nice soft place to land
 I wanna lie down forever
 Hey, little songbird, you got something fine
 You shine like a diamond down in the mine
 And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose
 Seeing as you've got nothing to lose
 And I could use a canary
 Suddenly, nothing is as it was
 Where are you now, Orpheus?
 Wasn't it gonna be the two of us?
 Weren't we birds of a feather?
 Hey, little songbird, let me guess
 He's some kind of poet and he's penniless?
 Give him your hand, he'll give you his hand-to-mouth
 He'll write you a poem when the power's out
 Hey, why not fly south for the winter?
 Hey, little songbird, look all around you
 See how the vipers and vultures surround you
 They'll take you down, they'll pick you clean
 If you stick around such a desperate scene
 See, people get mean when the chips are down