Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
In laughing unison, you're Hitchcock carrion
Painted bird, it's absurd
When a fated weather will cleanse away
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
Have you heard about the painted bird
Carry on
Painted bird, it's absurd
I hear your sorrow, may lose tomorrow
Painted bird, it's absurd
We've lost our sorrow
No more sorrow, sorrow
In laughing unison, you're Hitchcock carrion
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy oh, oh no mercy
Mocking that twisted nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
By our own design, oh there's no more sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
Painted bird, it's absurd
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
That painted feather and all that sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
Now we're painted birds
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
We've lost our sorrow, now it's tomorrow, tomorrow
You'll lose you sorrow
And the whippoorwills they make a din
