There's a story in the paper
About a young boy laying dead
He tried steal a TV set
When he should have been in bed
He broke a storefront window
Went inside to claim his prize
When a piece of gla** came falling
Just like lightning from the sky
And it landed like an arrow
As a neon sign went dark
Cutting of that vital (ohhhh or organ?)
From the head to the heart
Um hum, the heart
Now you might say that its tragic
Losing life for such as cause
One moment made the street lights
The next all wrapped in gauze
Ohhh
His fate is not uncommon
It happens every day
To the beast who fly's with angels
But whose feet are made with clay
The distance is a short one
Just about a foot apart
But very few survive the trip
From the head to the heart
The heart
The Heart
The Heart
No one knows, the heart
Ooohh..the heart