The ballad of buckethead lyrics

Artist  : Primus 
Song : The ballad of buckethead
 
"who’s this guitar-playing sonsa bitch?
", is a question common asked.
On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his
face a plaster 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 to
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.

Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the
hens.
They’d hose him down with water, and steal his
little friends.
Now late at night he’d sneak off to the graveyard
all alone,
And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of
stone.

Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
When he burned the chicked 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.