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 you 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