I bought a heart made of art in the deep, deep southnI thought it was gold so I swallowed it wholenI am in a deep sleep nownI drank from a sapphire cup in my dreamnWell, I fought with GodnBy north Georgia streamnI spoke of woe nAnd God spoke of truthnHer fist brushed my chinnWe fought like mennWe tore our skin over younnOne, two, three...nnI drank ambrosia with someone who knows younI bet you wish you knew her toonIn my dreams I met a great sagenShe shuffled and let my cards fallsnAnd I cried out loudnAs the ace of spades danced on the hole in my soulnn