Well there is a cop living in my street
And I throw rocks at his wife and his kids
Because as long as men like him exist
You and I will never be free
Well there's a little birdie that visits me
Sits upon my window and tells me things
Like where he hides the key to his house
And at midnight we're taking him out
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
What the f*ck do you want for dinner
Cause I'm cooking some pies and they've got pig in em
Well there is a bank on Elizabeth Street
And I'm breaking in taking everything
All the gold and all the cash
Blow it on gourmet dogfood and crack
There's a little birdie that visits me
Sits upon my window and tells me things
Like the code to the door and the vault
He says if I'm caught using them it ain't his fault
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
Promise me that you'll never quit rocking
There's cops to kill and banks to be robbing
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
What the f*ck do you want for dinner
Cause I'm cooking some pies, baking a pizza
Making some soup and it's got pig in it
The Anorexic Olsen Twin - Little Birdie Lyrics
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Well there is a cop living in my street
And I throw rocks at his wife and his kids
Because as long as men like him exist
You and I will never be free
Well there's a little birdie that visits me
Sits upon my window and tells me things
Like where he hides the key to his house
And at midnight we're taking him out
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
What the f*ck do you want for dinner
Cause I'm cooking some pies and they've got pig in em
Well there is a bank on Elizabeth Street
And I'm breaking in taking everything
All the gold and all the cash
Blow it on gourmet dogfood and crack
There's a little birdie that visits me
Sits upon my window and tells me things
Like the code to the door and the vault
He says if I'm caught using them it ain't his fault
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
Promise me that you'll never quit rocking
There's cops to kill and banks to be robbing
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
What the f*ck do you want for dinner
Cause I'm cooking some pies, baking a pizza
Making some soup and it's got pig in it
And I throw rocks at his wife and his kids
Because as long as men like him exist
You and I will never be free
Well there's a little birdie that visits me
Sits upon my window and tells me things
Like where he hides the key to his house
And at midnight we're taking him out
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
What the f*ck do you want for dinner
Cause I'm cooking some pies and they've got pig in em
Well there is a bank on Elizabeth Street
And I'm breaking in taking everything
All the gold and all the cash
Blow it on gourmet dogfood and crack
There's a little birdie that visits me
Sits upon my window and tells me things
Like the code to the door and the vault
He says if I'm caught using them it ain't his fault
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
Promise me that you'll never quit rocking
There's cops to kill and banks to be robbing
It's not murder without a body
Well you just cannot leave corpses rotting
What the f*ck do you want for dinner
Cause I'm cooking some pies, baking a pizza
Making some soup and it's got pig in it
Writer: Chris Burrows
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