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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