Guitar thug blew into town
His eyes like wheels spinnin′ round
Jerkin-off at every sound
Layin' all his crosses down
The Six Strings that drew blood
The bar is full of Holy-Joes
Around the neck of our consumptive rose
Is the root of all his sorrows
Six Strings that drew blood
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
Six Strings that drew blood
Numbin' the runt of reputation they call rat fame
A low tune whistles across his grave
Forever the master and the slave of his Six Strings
Six Strings that drew blood.