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