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On lead poisoned wings, you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming - eyes show no mercy, no mercy
Painted bird - it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills - they make a din
In laughing unison you're hitchcock carrion
Carry on
Painted bird - it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow, maybe tomorrow
You'll lose your sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design there's no more sorrow
Have you heard about the painted bird?
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve
We've lost our sorrow - now it's tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds mocking that twisted nerve
Siouxsie and The Banshees
Painted bird
Painted bird
On lead poisoned wings, you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming - eyes show no mercy, no mercy
Painted bird - it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills - they make a din
In laughing unison you're hitchcock carrion
Carry on
Painted bird - it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow, maybe tomorrow
You'll lose your sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design there's no more sorrow
Have you heard about the painted bird?
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve
We've lost our sorrow - now it's tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds mocking that twisted nerve
