Buckethead's Chamber of Horrors

10. BUCKETHEAD’S CHAMBER OF HORRORS
BRUTAL SHED FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE BRAIN OF BUCKETHEAD. HE DOESN’T KNOW REALITY
FROM IMAGINATION-AGH-AGH-AGH
«Hey-hey-hey, Onions. You, you-you-you got some white locks for my shrunken
head? N-nh-n-nh-n-no? Oh, god… Eh-B-Bootsy, yhh-you got everything,
my shrunken head nn-needs some white locks. Egh-cgh-can ya help me?
Uh-agh-I'm slipping in to a cacophony of doom-filled sorrow. Eh-eh-eh-l guess
I’ll h-have to settle for albino pin worms instead.
Heh-eh-erj-ehp-mm-may-may-maybe l-l-l could special order them from a
fully-deluxe novelty outlet negh-in Cleveland. Eh-I should’ve stuck to raising
jellied spiders.»
(Music)
«Heeuraaaugh…»
(Music)
«Rroaaarrr…»
(Music)
Guitar: Buckethead
Drums: Ted Parsons
Voice: Throatrake
Written by Buckethead / Eric Wood / Ted Parsons
Published by Katella Music (BMI) / Eric Wood publ, designee / Ted Parsons publ,
designee