Letra de Painted Bird (Live At The Royal Albert Hall, London / 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 mercyPainted bird -- it's absurd Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerveThe 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 onPainted bird -- it's absurd Just a tainted bird -- hurting their twisted nerveI hear your sorrow -- maybe tomorrow You'll lose your sorrow When a fated weather will cleanse away That painted feather -- and all that sorrowA 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 sorrowHave 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 nerveIt's absurd...