Текст песни: Siouxsie And 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

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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

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