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​Birds Of A Feather

This song is by Tim Curry and appears on the album Read My Lips (1978) and on the compilation album The Best of Tim Curry (1989).

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
Strutting peacock with azure plumes
Come 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
In fact a vapid melting bruise, falling bewildered
Birds of a feather, falling bewildered

Written by:

Carole Pope Wikipedia16& Kevan Staples