on lead poisoned wings you try to sing freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue the peacock screaming eyes show no mercy 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 painted bird 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 painted bird 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 sorrow sorrow ooh  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 and there s no more sorrow sorrow sorrow have you heard about the painted bird just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve we ve lost our sorrow now it s tomorrow morrow no need to hide your feather until a fated weather no more sorrow sorrow we ve lost our sorrow now we re painted birds mocking that twisted nerve painted birds it s absurd1