Artist: Anais Mitchell
[HADES]
[Dm]Hey, little [Bb]songbird, [A]give me a [Dm]song
I'm a bu[Dm]sy man [Bb]and I c[C]an't stay l[A7]ong
[Dm]I got clients to [Bb]call, I got [F]orders to [C7]fill
I got [Dm]walls to [Bb]build, I got [F]riots to [A7]quell
And they're gi[Dm]ving me h[Bb]ell back in Ha[A7]des
[Dm]Hey, little [Bb]songbird, [A]cat got your [Dm]tongue?
[Dm]Always a [Bb]pity for one so p[C]retty and y[A]oung
[Dm]When poverty [Bb]comes to cli[F]p your win[C7]gs
[Dm]And knock the [Bb]wind right [F]out of your [A7]lungs
Hey, [Dm]nobody [Bb]sings on [A]empty
[EURYDICE]
[F]Strange is the call of this [C]strange [Dm]man
[F]I want to [A]fly down and [Bb]feed at his [Dm]hand
[F]I want a [C]nice soft [A]place to [Dm]land
[F]I wanna [A]lie down [Dm]forever
[HADES]
Hey, little songbird, you got something fine
You'd 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
[EURYDICE]
Suddenly nothing is as it was
Where are you now, Orpheus?
Wasn't it always the two of us
Weren't we birds of a feather?
[HADES]
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
[Dm]Hey, little [Bb]songbird, [A]give me a [Dm]song
I'm a bu[Dm]sy man [Bb]and I c[C]an't stay l[A7]ong
[Dm]I got clients to [Bb]call, I got [F]orders to [C7]fill
I got [Dm]walls to [Bb]build, I got [F]riots to [A7]quell
And they're gi[Dm]ving me h[Bb]ell back in Ha[A7]des
[Dm]Hey, little [Bb]songbird, [A]cat got your [Dm]tongue?
[Dm]Always a [Bb]pity for one so p[C]retty and y[A]oung
[Dm]When poverty [Bb]comes to cli[F]p your win[C7]gs
[Dm]And knock the [Bb]wind right [F]out of your [A7]lungs
Hey, [Dm]nobody [Bb]sings on [A]empty
[EURYDICE]
[F]Strange is the call of this [C]strange [Dm]man
[F]I want to [A]fly down and [Bb]feed at his [Dm]hand
[F]I want a [C]nice soft [A]place to [Dm]land
[F]I wanna [A]lie down [Dm]forever
[HADES]
Hey, little songbird, you got something fine
You'd 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
[EURYDICE]
Suddenly nothing is as it was
Where are you now, Orpheus?
Wasn't it always the two of us
Weren't we birds of a feather?
[HADES]
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
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