Bleeding Fingers lyrics

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 Raw and exposed Shattered nerves Itchy skin Dirty words And heroin Better real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings (break) I climbed all the way inside Your tragedy I got behind The majesty Of the different shaps In every note The endless tapes Of every word you wrote With real live bleeding fingers Broken guitar strings (x2)