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 you 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
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