Painted Bird

<br>On lead poisoned wings, you try to sing<br>Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue<br>The peacock screaming - eyes show no mercy, no mercy<br>Painted bird - it`s absurd<br>Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve<br>The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke<br>And the whippoorwills - they make a din<br>In laughing unison you`re hitchcock carrion<br>Carry on<br>Painted bird - it`s absurd<br>Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve<br>I hear your sorrow, maybe tomorrow<br>You`ll lose your sorrow<br>When a fated weather will cleanse away<br>That painted feather and all that sorrow<br>A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird<br>Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve<br>Because we`re painted birds by our own design<br>By our own design there`s no more sorrow<br>Have you heard about the painted bird?<br>Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve<br>We`ve lost our sorrow - now it`s tomorrow<br>No need to hide your feather under a fated weather<br>No more sorrow...<br>Now we`re painted birds mocking that twisted nerve