My guitar doesn't speak English and neither do I
It supersedes language it does not speak or cry
It can do more than communicate
It can k** with one note
It takes talent but practice compensates
I can do it but I don't mean to gloat
Drop your cross and jump the fence
Follow me into the wilderness
Get your twisted self back in your cage
Filed on my shelf and on my taxes
As a dependent
I take of you
When guests come by
I guess I'll have to dress you