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
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
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