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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

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Un voyou de la guitare a explosé en ville.

Ses yeux comme des roues tournent en rond.

Arrêt pour chaque son.

Pose toutes ses croix.

O ouais.

Il a obtenu six cordes.

Les six cordes qui ont fait couler le sang.



Le bar est plein de Holy-Joes.

Un air de trou sacré.

Autour du cou de notre rose consommatrice

est la racine de toutes ses peines.

O ouais.

Il a obtenu six cordes.

Six cordes qui ont fait couler le sang.

Un air de trou sacré.

Six cordes qui ont fait couler le sang.



Dans la salle de bain sous abri.

Il ouvre un robinet pour découvrir.

Il s'est cassé les dents de l'autre.

Eh bien, il se regarde dans le miroir et dit

ne me baise pas frère.

Parce que j'ai six cordes.

Six cordes qui ont fait couler le sang.



Numbin 'the runt of reputation they call fame rat.

Top-E comme garrot.

Un air grave siffle sur sa tombe.

Pour toujours le maître et l'esclave de ses six cordes.

Un air de trou sacré.

Six cordes qui ont fait couler le sang

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