Blisters on my left hand
From another fai-ailed attempt at "Back In Black"
Not a tricky song, that's quite clear
So what has to be at fault here
Isn't me, no, oh-oh-oh

It's the guitar strings
Fingers got fried again, really gets to me-e-e
I can't play my fav'rite riffs
When will they stop slicin' right up my poor digi-i-its
Bloody guitar strings

"Crazy" won't sound right
When I swear my head off at one more slice
Mmm
Lately I've noticed, though
Another big problem
That does take its to-oo-oo-oo-oll
Boy, it blows

It's when the guitar strings
Refuse to friggin' bend, solo's out of ke-e-ey
Wish I could replace these things
Because they suck but I have not the cash for it
Yeah, yeah

Stupid strings
Worthless thi-ings

Daily one snaps like so
I've got some replacements
But tho-ose also suck balls
Yeah yeah yeah-eah, yeah yeah-eah-eah

I break these guitar strings
Too many times, I guess, could blame it on me-e-e
Because I fear that my mood swings
Gettin' pissed off at the string's faults make them worse-en
Hate these guitar strings
Sometimes they work alright, but they tend to suck mostly
But I will not fall to trading
My axe, I love it so, it's just the bloody strings that stink
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh