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

Moonwalking 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 guitar in his hand

Pledging to deflate the cynical that plague the glory land

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 guitar in his hand

Pledging to deflate the cynical that plague the glory land

Buckethead