Broken Heart

A broken heart would be lovely
Broken on the ground
A knife stuck in the ribs of me
Would be betta to be found

Hangin tree blowin gently
A noose would be ignored
Than 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
Who's belly does not flop
A super race car driva
Who's pit it can't be stopped

A honey drippin hipster
Who's bee cannot be bopped
Betta to be rolled in oats
Than to be rolled from the drop

A broken heart would satisfy
Broken in a mess
A severed eye would gratify
My soul I must confess

I'd ratha have no eyes at all
Be blind upon the floor
Than to stand upon the receiving end
Of the right hand of the lord
Than to stand upon the receiving end
Of the right hand of the lord

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Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Lee Spence
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