Painted Bird (Kid Jensen session) Songtext
von Siouxsie and the Banshees

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 your sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather -- and all that sorrow, sorrow, 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, sorrow, we've lost our sorrow
Now we′re painted birds -- mocking that twisted nerve


It's absurd...