Paroles Ballad Of Buckethead de Buckethead

Textes et Paroles de Ballad Of Buckethead

Who's this guitar playing sons-of-bitch
is a question common asked
on his head a bucket of chicken bones
on his face a plaster mask
he's the bastard son of a preacher man
on the town he left a stain
they made him live in a chicken house
to try and hide the shame

He was born in a coup
raised in a cage
children feared him, critics raged
he's half alive
he's half dead
folks just call him Buckethead

Farmers would torment him
as he snuggled with the hens
they'd hose him down with water
and steal his little friends
but late at night
he'd sneak off to the graveyard all alone
and play his soapbox guitar
to the faces made of stone

Buckethead found his freedom
at the age of seventeen
when he burned the chicken house down
with a quart of gasoline
he did puppet shows on corners
and bought a real guitar
and with the help of Colonel Sanders
he's bound to be a star


correct lyrics:

Who's this guitar playing sons-of-bitch
is a question common asked
on his head a bucket of chicken bones
on his face a plaster mask
he's the bastard son of a preacher man
on the town he left a stain
they made him live in a chicken house
to try and hide the shame

He was born in a coup
raised in a cage
children feared him, critics raged
he's half alive
he's half dead
folks just call him Buckethead

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