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
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 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
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 Buckethead