Bird Rocket - The Bianca Story

Hiding in streetlights

Here I feel secure

Envy all others 2.5 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’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…