Siouxsie & The Banshees
Painted Bird
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Текст песни Painted Bird
Текст песни 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
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
And there's no more 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
No need to hide your feather until a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds -- mocking that twisted nerve
It's absurd...
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
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
And there's no more 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
No need to hide your feather until a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds -- mocking that twisted nerve
It's absurd...
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