You've got a sense of humor

You're a mystery

I heard a rumor

You're making history



Photographic dialogues

Beneath your skin

Pornographic episodes

Screaming sin



'Til its real live bleeding fingers

broken guitar strings



You are my Prince Charming

Draped in velvet robes

of all that's alarming

Raw and exposed



Shattered nerves 

Itchy skin

Dirty words

and heroin



Better real live bleeding fingers

Broken guitar strings



[break]



I climbed all the way inside

Your tragedy

I got behind

The majesty



Of the different shaps

In every note

the endless tapes

of every word you wrote



With real live bleeding fingers

broken guitar strings [x2]