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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
    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

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    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

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    Composition: Siouxsie and the Banshees

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