Lyrics Real Live Bleeding Fingers And Broken Guitar Strings

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 its real live bleeding fingers
Broken guitar strings

You are my Prince Charming
Draped in velvet robes
Of all that's alarming
And 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
With real live bleeding fingers
And broken guitar strings