Primus The Ballad of Buckethead Lyrics:
"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.

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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.
Lyrics: The Ballad of Buckethead, Primus [end]