the ballad of buckethead þarký sözü

"who´s this guitar-playing sonsa 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 preachin´ man, on the town he left a stain.
they made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame.

he was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
he´s half alive, he´s half dead. folks just call him buckethead.

farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens.
they´d hose him down with water, and steal his little friends.
now late at night he´d sneak off to the graveyard all alone,
and play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone.

buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
when he burned the chicked house down with a quart of gasoline.
he did puppet shows on corners and bought a real guitar,
and with the help of colonel sanders, he´s bound to be a star.

he was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
he´s half alive, he´s half dead. folks just call him buckethead.