Real Live Bleeding Fingers And Broken Guitar Strings — Lucinda Williams

You 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 it's real live bleeding fingers And 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 fmgers 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