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.