Bird Rocket - The Bianca Story
Written by:Guy Garvey
Hiding in streetlights
Here I feel secure
Envy all others 25 and more
Waiting on the corner
Strangers passing by
Looking for nobody
To blame them when they cry
And they pay me to come
And they pay me to drink
Where is all that change
I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die
I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die
My only mother
Never felt so poor
My tender father
Threw me out the door
And it pays to be dumb
And it pays me to drink
Where is all that change
I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die
I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die
I got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die
I'm a bird not a rocket
A bird don't provoke me
If you feed me I will choke
I could die do believe it
I'm a bird not a rocket
A bird don't provoke me
If you feed me I will choke
I could die better believe it
I'm a bird not a rocket
A bird don't provoke me
If you feed me I will choke
I could die do believe it
I'm a bird not a rocket
A bird don't provoke me
If you feed me I will choke
I could die better believe it
Got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die
Got a crisis in my pocket
I'm a bird I'm not a rocket
I could die baby baby die baby baby die baby die baby baby die