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 blow 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 bootheel in a rock two miles from the top
An Olympic superswimmer whose belly does not flop
A super racecar driver whose pit, it can't be stopped
A honeydripping 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
Then to stand upon the receiving end of the right hand of the Lord

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