In the Occult Shop window, was the guitar he wanted to own
They said it belonged to a "Legend", he bought it and he took it home
It took control of his fingers, when he played it, it gave him a scare
He took it back where he bought it, the shop was no longer there
Possession could be nine-tenths of its law
The Spirit of the Legend is immortal
The soul inside the guitar, will go on, on and on
He played the guitar like a Demon, it filled an insatiable need
He couldn't stop for an instant, playing till his fingers bleed
No time for sleeping and eating, he knew that something was wrong
He was playing the guitar, but who was writing the songs?
Possession could be nine-tenths of its law
The Spirit of the Legend is immortal
The soul inside the guitar, will go on, on and on
His body and mind were both broken, insane, they locked him inside
They gave the guitar to a stranger, they said it was gone and he cried
In the Occult Shop window, the guitar was back on display
Another kid came and saw it, he bought it and took it away
Possession could be nine-tenths of its law
The Spirit of the Legend is immortal
The soul inside the guitar, will go on, on and on
