You could be a black bird On a country street street Hiding from the world with a broken wing But you better believe, you gonna fly with me You could be a songbird from the New Orleans You're gonna fly Scared of the rain rain just scared to sing But you better

And when things are going crazy I'll be your shelter, baby Keep you warm and Keep you from the rain- hey, hey There is a place up the street street It's a funky little place we can meet It's my house built for love From the kitchen to the basement, wall to wall

Ooh, it'll make you lose your mind The stuff I got'll bust your brains out, baby Stop breakin' down, please stop breakin' down Every time I'm walkin' down the streets Some pretty mama starts breakin' down with me Stop breakin' down, yes stop breakin'

You’re like gold dust There’s a hollow in this house Whenever you go Keep coming down that street street It rains over me A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see Oh don’t change ever No don’t change

Da da da da da, da, da da da, da da da, da da da da da da da da I’m a snake, I’m a tricky little freak, I’m a killer you won’t see me as I slither down the street street I make noise and I’m poised like a train as you please, I make heat when I tweet I am the

And I don't know how it gets better than this You take my hand and drag me head first And I don't know why but with you I'd dance In a storm in my best dress There's somethin' bout the way The street street looks when it's just rained There's a glow off the

Come on, come on, wind and rain rain I know the sun will shine again Till then my lady and my Lord will keep me sane Up above my shoulder the ragged rooftops rise Casting shadows over streets they seem to despise I went down to the dead lake shore to see what

The sunnyside of the street street On the sunnyside of the street street Seen the carnival at Rome Had the women, I had the booze All that I can remember now Is little kids without no shoes So, I saw that train and I got on it With a heartful of hate and a lust for

But in my mind were somewhere in my car And it's raining hard on the streetlight glow You got your lips on mine, its gasoline on fire I never will forget, you grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head And your fingertips slide up and down my back

They've tied your hands and tied your feet And the street street is narrow It's a dead end street street The nowhere lane, the nowhere train for Elaine, Elaine, Elaine You're like a goldfish in a bowl, Elaine, Elaine, Elaine They have your mind, they'll take your soul