Real Live Bleeding Fingers And Broken Guitar Strings

You've got a sense of humor



You're a mystery



I heard a rumor



You're making history



Photographic dialogs



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



Raw and exposed



Shattered nerves



Itchy skin



Dirty words



And heroin



Better, real live bleeding fingers



And broken guitar strings



I climbed all the way inside



Your tragedy



I got behind



The majesty



Of the different shapes



In every note



The endless tapes



Of every word you wrote



Real live bleeding fingers



And broken guitar strings



Real live bleeding fingers



And broken guitar strings