Primus - The Ballad Of Buckethead lyrics

Who's this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? , is a question common asked.<br>On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask.<br>He's the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain.<br>They made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame.<br><br>He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.<br>He's half alive, he's half dead. folks just call him buckethead.<br><br>Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens.<br>They'd hose him down with water, and steal his little friends.<br>Now late at night he'd sneak off to the graveyard all alone,<br>And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone.<br><br>Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,<br>When he burned the chicked house down with a quart of gasoline.<br>He did puppet shows on corners and bought a real guitar,<br>And with the help of colonel sanders, he's bound to be a star.<br><br>He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.<br>He's half alive, he's half dead. folks just call him buckethead.