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