Guitar thug blew into town
His eyes like wheels spinnin´ round
Jerkin-off at every sound
Layin´ all his crosses down
O yeah
He got Six Strings
The Six Strings that drew blood

The bar is full of Holy-Joes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
is the root of all his sorrows
O yeah
He got Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six Strings that drew blood

In the bathroom under cover
He turns on one tap to discover
He´s smashed his teeth out on the other
Well he look in the mirror and say
don´t fuck me brother
Cause I got Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood

Numbin´ the runt of reputation they call rat fame
Top-E as a tourniquet
A low tune whistles across his grave
Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six Strings that drew blood.