Letras: Nick Cave & The Bad Seed. The Six Strings That Drew Blood.

Guitar thug blew into town
His eyes like wheels, spinnin' round
Jerkin' off at every sound
Layin' all his crosses down, oh yeah

He got six strings
The six strings that drew blood
He got six strings
Six strings that drew blood

The bar is full of Holy-Joes
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
'Round the neck of our consumptive rose
Is the root of all his sorrows, yeah

He got six strings
Six strings that drew blood
He got six strings, yeah
Six strings that drew blood

A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
The six strings that drew blood

In the bathroom, under cover
He turns on one tap to discover
He's smashed his teeth out on the other
Well, he look in the mirror and say
Don't fuck me brother, ohh

'Cause I've got six strings
Yeah, six strings that drew blood
I got six strings
Six strings that drew blood

Numbin' the runt of reputation
They call rat fame, top-E as a tourniquet
A low tune whistles across his grave
Forever the master and the slave
Of his six strings

A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
A Holy-hole-a-whole-aria
Six strings that drew blood