Bleeding Fingers

You've got a sense of humor you're a mystery
I heard a rumor you're making history
Photographic dialogues beneath your skin
Pornographic episodes screaming sin
'Til it's real live bleeding fingers
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
Broken guitar strings (break)
I climbed all the way inside your tragedy
I got behind the majesty
Of the different shaps in every note
The endless tapes of every word you wrote
With real live bleeding fingers
Broken guitar strings