You got a sense of humor your own misery I heard a rumor you're making history Photographic dialog beneath your skin Twenty graphic episodes and sceaming sin. Real live bleeding fingers, and broken guitar strings. You were my prince charming draped in velvet robes Of all that's alarming and raw and exposed Shattered nerves itchy skin Dirty words and heroin 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