Heart Of Art

I bought a heart made of art in the deep, deep south

I thought it was gold so I swallowed it whole

I am in a deep sleep now

I drank from a sapphire cup in my dream

Well, I fought with God

By north Georgia stream

I spoke of woe

And God spoke of truth

Her fist brushed my chin

We fought like men

We tore our skin over you



One, two, three...



I drank ambrosia with someone who knows you

I bet you wish you knew her too

In my dreams I met a great sage

She shuffled and let my cards falls

And I cried out loud

As the ace of spades danced on the hole in my soul