Ballad Of Buckethead Lyrics - Monsters And Robots - Buckethead

Who's that guitar playin' son-of-a bitch? 

is a question common asked. 

On his head a bucket of chicken bones. 

On his face a plastic 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 and hide the shame. 

For he was born in a coop 

and raised in a cage. 

Children fear him. 

Critics rage! 

He's half alive, 

he's half dead. 

Folks just call him Buckethead! 

Farmboys they torment him 

as he snuggled with the hens. 

They hosed him down with water 

and stole his little friends. 

And late at night he'd sneak off 

to the graveyard all alone, 

and play his soapbox guitar 

to the faces made of stone. 

Buckethead found his freedom 

at the age of seventeen 

when he burnt down that old chicken house 

with a quart of gasoline. 

He played a few shows on corners 

and bought a real guitar. 

And with the help of Colonol Sanders 

he's bound to be a star.