Buckethead — The Ballad Of Buckethead lyrics

Lyrics

WhoЂ™s this guitar-playing sonsa bitch?, is a question common asked.
On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask.
HeЂ™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 to and hide the shame.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
HeЂ™s half alive, heЂ™s half dead. folks just call him buckethead.
Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens.
TheyЂ™d hose him down with water, and steal his little friends.
Now late at night heЂ™d sneak off to the graveyard all alone,
And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone.
Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
When he burned the chicked 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, heЂ™s bound to be a star.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
HeЂ™s half alive, heЂ™s half dead. folks just call him buckethead.