Broken Heart

A broken heart be lovely

Broken on the ground

A knife stuck in the ribs of me

Would better than be found

Hanging tree blowing 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

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 race car driver

Whose pit, it can't be stopped

A honey dripping hipster

Whose bee cannot be bopped

It's better to be rolled in oats

Than from the roll be dropped

Broken heart would satisfy

Broken in a mess

A seven eye would gratify

My soul, I must confess

I'd rather have no eyes at all

Be blind upon the floor

Than to stand upon the receivin' end

Of the right hand of the Lord

Than to stand upon the receivin' end

Of the right hand of the Lord