Guitar thug blew into town His eyes like wheels spinnin' round Jerkin-off at every sound Layin' all his crosses down O yeah He got six strings The six strings that drew blood
The bar is full of holy-joes A holy-hole-a-whole-aria Around the neck of our consumptive rose Is the root of all his sorrows O yeah He got six strings Six strings that drew blood A holy-hole-a-whole-aria Six strings that drew blood
In the bathroom under cover He turns on one tap to discover He's smashed his teeth out on the other Well he look in the mirror and say Don't fuck me brother Cause I got six strings Six strings that drew blood
Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame Top-e as a tourniquet A low tune whistles across his grave Forever the master and the slave of his six strings A holy-hole-a-whole-aria Six strings that drew blood.
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