A broken heart would be lovely Broken on the ground A knife stuck in the ribs of me Would be better be found Hanging tree blowing gently A noose would be ignored Then to stand upon the receiving end Of the right hand of the Lord
Like a thirsty cowboy In a lake his tongue does rest Jumps in and he cannot swim And drowns himself to death Or a frozen mountaineer He chugs up to a stop Catching his boot heel in a rock Two miles from the top
An Olympic super swimmer Whose belly doesn't flop A super racecar driver Whose pit, it can't be stopped A honey dripping hipster Whose bee cannot be bopped Better to be rolled in oats Than from the roll be dropped
A broken heart would satisfy Broken in a mess A severed eye would gratify My soul, I must confess I'd rather have no eyes at all Be blind upon the floor Then to stand upon the receiving end Of the right hand of the Lord
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