Siouxsie & The Banshees 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 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 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
