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 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 And 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 until a fated weather No more sorrow... Now we're painted birds -- mocking that twisted nerve It's absurd...