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
Buckethead
Buckethead
Buckethead
Buckethead
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
Buckethead
Cubo de Basura
No le gustaba empujarse en la luz
Encontraba mucho más suave en la noche
Con su rostro tan pálido como panqueques
Y su postura en rebelión con su altura
Fue criado para respetar al Padre
Era amoroso con su Mamá
Siendo amable con todos los niños
Y los animales que veía
En su juventud miraba a Jacko
Con admiración brillante
Caminando por los jardines
De su Vacación en Disneylandia
Luego tomó una máscara pálida
Y la pegó a su rostro
Y le dio la temeridad
Para unirse a la raza humana
Se paró como el gran Ulises
Con una guitarra en su mano
Prometiendo desinflar a los cínicos
Que plagian la tierra de la gloria
Cubo de Basura
Cubo de Basura
Cubo de Basura
Cubo de Basura
Y la gente llegó a conocerlo
Como un hombre de noble causa
Ignorando excentricidades
Y fallas interactivas
Los que mejor lo conocían
Eran los que lo llamaban amable
Sin tener idea de la profundidad
De su mente complicada
Pero cuando se pone una máscara pálida
Y la pega a su rostro
Le da la temeridad
Para unirse a la raza humana
Parándose como el gran Ulises
Con una guitarra en su mano
Prometiendo desinflar a los cínicos
Que plagian la tierra de la gloria
Cubo de Basura
Cubo de Basura
Escrita por: Bernie Worrell / Brian Brain Mantia / Buckethead / Les Claypool