Painted Bird
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy oh, oh no mercy
Painted bird, it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
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
Painted bird, it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow, may lose tomorrow
You'll lose you sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow, sorrow, 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, oh there's no more sorrow, sorrow, 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, tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow, sorrow
We've lost our sorrow
Now we're painted birds
Mocking that twisted nerve
It's absurd, it's absurd, painted bird
Autor(es): Siouxsie and the Banshees