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The Ballad Of Buckethead - Buckethead (桶头)
Who's this guitar playing son of a bitch
Is a question common asked
On his head a bucket of chicken bones
On his face a plastic 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 coop raised in a cage
Children fear him critics rage
He's half alive he's half dead
Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Farm boys they'd torment him
As he snuggled with the hens

They'd hose him down with water
And steal his little friends
And 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 burnt that 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
He was born in a coop raised in a cage
Children fear him critics rage
He's half alive he's half dead
Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead

Folks just call him Buckethead