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Siouxsie And The Banshees

Painted Bird

 

Painted Bird

(álbum: A Kiss In The Dreamhouse - 1982)


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...

hecho

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