الأغاني: C2B3. Buckethead.

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He didn't like to jostle in the light
Finding it much soother in the night
With his face as pale as pancakes
And his posture in rebellion with his height

He was raised to respect Father he was loving to his Ma
Being kind to all the children and the animals he saw
In his youth he looked at Jacko with gleaming admiration
Moonwalking through the gardens of his Disneyland Vacation

Then he took a pallid mask and he glued it to his face
And it gave him the temerity to join the human race
He stood like great Ulysses with guitar in his hand
Pledging to deflate the cynical that plague the glory land

Buckethead

And the people came to know him as a man of noble cause
Ignoring eccentricities and interactive flaws
The ones that knew him best were the ones that
called him kind
Clueless to the depth of his complicated mind

But when he takes a pallid mask and he glues it to his face
It gives him the temerity to join the human race
Standing up like great Ulysses with
guitar in his hand
Pledging to deflate the cynical
that plague the glory land

Buckethead