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