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The Six Strings That Drew Blood

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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.