Bleeding Fingers

You 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 it's real live bleeding fingers

And broken guitar strings



You are my Prince Charming

Draped in velvet robes

Of all that's alarming

And raw exposed

Shattered nerves

Itchy skin

Dirty words

And heroin

Better real live bleeding fingers

And broken guitar strings



I climb all the way inside

Your tragedy

I got behind

The majesty

Of the differnt shapes

In every note

The endless tapes

Of every word you wrote

With real live bleeding fingers

And broken guitar strings


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