Giant Claw
...Giant Robot! "Earthling fools, this is your last day!" "It's Guillatine!" "Robot, shoot it down!"
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 27, 2026
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"Who's this guitar playing sonzabitch?" Is a question common asked On his head a bucket of chicken bones On his face a plastic mask He's the bastard son of a preacher-man On the town he left a stain They made him live in a chicken house To try and hide the shame He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Farmboys, they'd torment him As he snuggled with the hens They'd hose him down with water And steal his little friends And late at night he'd sneak off To the graveyard all alone And play his soapbox guitar To the faces made of stone Buckethead found his freedom At the age of seventeen When he burnt that chicken house down With a quart of gasoline He did puppet shows on corners And bought a real guitar And with the help of Colonel Sanders He's bound to be a star He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 27, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
"Who's this guitar playing sonzabitch?" Is a question common asked On his head a bucket of chicken bones On his face a plastic mask He's the bastard son of a preacher-man On the town he left a stain They made him live in a chicken house To try and hide the shame He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Farmboys, they'd torment him As he snuggled with the hens They'd hose him down with water And steal his little friends And late at night he'd sneak off To the graveyard all alone And play his soapbox guitar To the faces made of stone Buckethead found his freedom At the age of seventeen When he burnt that chicken house down With a quart of gasoline He did puppet shows on corners And bought a real guitar And with the help of Colonel Sanders He's bound to be a star He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 27, 2026
"Who's this guitar playing sonzabitch?" Is a question common asked On his head a bucket of chicken bones On his face a plastic mask He's the bastard son of a preacher-man On the town he left a stain They made him live in a chicken house To try and hide the shame He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Farmboys, they'd torment him As he snuggled with the hens They'd hose him down with water And steal his little friends And late at night he'd sneak off To the graveyard all alone And play his soapbox guitar To the faces made of stone Buckethead found his freedom At the age of seventeen When he burnt that chicken house down With a quart of gasoline He did puppet shows on corners And bought a real guitar And with the help of Colonel Sanders He's bound to be a star He was born in a coop, raised in a cage Children fear him, critics rage He's half alive, he's half dead Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead! Folks just call him Buckethead!
Submitted by Pestilence — Mar 27, 2026
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
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