Birds Of A Feather - Tim Curry

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