Birds of a Feather — текст песни (Tim Curry)

Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, Yes!
Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, Yes!


My voluptuary bird of paradise, I fold your wings,
I won`t think twice.
If the pleasures of the flesh could transcend,
Then ecstasy would be my end...
Don`t be contrite, let`s take flight!
I might not feel this open again.
Struttting peacock, with azure plumes,
Come in into my cage, I mean my room!


Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, Yes!
Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, Yes!


It`s intoxicating for me to fantasize like this,
I`d rather be anywhere than this flea-bitten dive.
A funky motel room with a kleig light outside
A lincoln laying rubber, spraying gravel at the door.
Don`t be contrite, let`s take flight!
I might not feel this need again.
Swaggering tough, with youth`s cruel bloom,
Come in into my cage, I mean my room!


Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, yes!
Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, yes!


We`re from the same jungle
Our existence depends on our underhanded games.
There`s no money in the mattress,
No release for your veins.
We`re just two jive street fighters, so don`t complain.
Don`t be contrite, let`s take flight!
I might not feel this sane again.
Alley commando, denium dragoon,
Come into my rage.....I mean my room!


Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, yes!
Birds of a feather flock together, yes they do, yes!


I`m not worth a damn,
Lost in the stars.
A roamer`s flesh, watering eyes,
Your smoldering reckless,
So insinuating, I`m a victim of passion,
A vapid melting bruise...Falling bewildered....
Birds of a feather, falling bewildered...