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