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