Capo 2 
 
 
G                 C     G        C 
You got a sense of humor your own misery 
G        C     G                    C  
I heard a rumor you're making history 
G           C      G             C 
Photographic dialog beneath your skin 
G             C        G             C 
Twenty graphic episodes and sceaming sin. 
 

Am   C             G 
Real live bleeding fingers, 
Am        C       G 
and broken guitar strings. 
 
You were my prince charming draped in velvet robes 
Of all that's alarming and raw and exposed 
Shattered nerves itchy skin 
Dirty words and heroin 
 
Real live bleeding fingers 
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 
 
Real live bleeding fingers 
And broken guitar strings