Buckethead

He didn't like to jostle in the light
Finding it much soother in the night
With his face as pale as pancakes
And his posture in rebellion with his height

He was raised to respect Father
He was loving to his Ma
Being kind to all the children
And the animals he saw

In his youth he looked at Jacko
With gleaming admiration
Moon walking through the gardens
Of his Disneyland Vacation

Then he took a pallid mask
And he glued it to his face
And it gave him the temerity
To join the human race

He stood like great Ulysses
With a guitar in his hand
Pledging to deflate the cynical
That plague the glory land

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And the people came to know him
As a man of noble cause
Ignoring eccentricities
And interactive flaws

The ones that knew him best
Were the ones that called him kind
Clueless to the depth
Of his complicated mind

But when he takes a pallid mask
And he glues it to his face
It gives him the temerity
To join the human race

Standing up like great Ulysses
With a guitar in his hand
Pledging to deflate the cynical
That plague the glory land

Buckethead
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