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 you 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 Hurting 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