Three Fingers - Buckethead, Friends, Saul Williams

Three fingers on a swollen hand

Beside a dented garbage can

A blind man staring

At something only he can see

I spotted him like night

Sky plotted and star struck

Sits at alone, eats at home

Rafted in a sea of blackness

He rattles his cup

Just enough to call your bluff

You can’t pretend you didn’t see him

Catch his smile in the rear view

Out of the blue his guitar entered hard

With three fingers he plays

Praise what he says might scare you