Whos this guitar-playing sonsa bitch?
Is a question common asked.
On his head a bucket of chicken bones,
On his face a plaster mask.
Hes 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.
Hes half alive, hes half dead.
Folks just call him Buckethead.
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