A broken heart would be lovelynBroken on the groundnA knife stuck in the ribs of menWould be better be foundnHanging tree blowing gentlynA noose would be ignorednThen to stand upon the receiving endnOf the right hand of the LordnnLike a thirsty cowboynIn a lake his tongue does restnJumps in and he cannot swimnAnd drowns himself to deathnOr a frozen mountaineernHe chugs up to a stopnCatching his boot heel in a rocknTwo miles from the topnnAn Olympic super swimmernWhose belly doesn't flopnA super racecar drivernWhose pit, it can't be stoppednA honey dripping hipsternWhose bee cannot be boppednBetter to be rolled in oatsnThan from the roll be droppednnA broken heart would satisfynBroken in a messnA severed eye would gratifynMy soul, I must confessnI'd rather have no eyes at allnBe blind upon the floornThen to stand upon the receiving endnOf the right hand of the LordnnThen to stand upon the receiving endnOf the right hand of the Lord