The Six Strings That Drew Blood — текст песни (cave nick)

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.