Six Strings, Zero Deaths

I grab my axe , pull it to my chest Stroke it soft , whisper my last request "Hey buddy , wanna take this trip with me ? " I pop the high E — thin as my patience Pop the low E — hard as my damnation Gonna braid'em into one thick rope One last ride , one last hope But they tangle up just like my brain The first string snaps , smacks my eye with pain The sixth string whips , splits my lip CRACK — the neck breaks before I slip F*** this ! F*** that! Can't even die with dignity , hot damn ! I kick the guitar with all my might "Holy shit !" — my foot's not right Hopping in circles , screaming in spite F*** your graceful goodbye I ain't dying tonight! Six strings' round my neck like rusted chains A necklace of failure , nothing but stains Twelve ball ends flying wild and free Swollen left eye , can't even see Try to choke but I only smell Metal and rust , and my fingers bleed as well The devil's behind me , laughing his ass off He says , " Baby , you're so cute " I say ," Shut up , you ******* " Guitar on the floor , strings scattered wide I lie beside it , my neck stinging red But neither of us is f**king dead Not me , not her , not my pride I look at my axe , " Well , all strings are off Might as well give her a proper setup " Tomorrow I'll tune up , play another ride Tomorrow I'll write another song F*** it all , I'm still here , where I belong