G C G C
You got a sense of humor your own misery
G C G C
I heard a rumor you're making history
G C G C
Photographic dialog beneath your skin
G C G C
Twenty graphic episodes and sceaming sin.
Am C G
Real live bleeding fingers,
Am C G
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