She always was the better man
She had a magnetic majesty
A ruse of mystery
And a poetic misery
And all I got is a shovel man
It feels good between my mits
I'm staring down at the cold hard dirt
I just wanna get down in it
You were painting your masterpiece
I didn't have a clue
I fed on all of the beautiful things
That gravitate to you
I want that deep, that deep, deep heat
I'm still looking for that deep, that deep, deep heat
All the people gathered round
As you danced on the spanish moss
I tried to make a martyrs gaze
As the jeered 'get down from the cross'
I yelled out to the reaper man
Said 'buddy don't you know my name?' he said...
'I've been around for a million years
And all you chumps start to look the same'
Just gimme that deep, that deep, deep heat
I'm still looking for that deep, that deep, deep heat
Cos i gotta get brave start digging my own grave
I'm still looking for that deep, that deep, deep heat
Don't you want to get low?
I want that deep, that deep, deep heat