Deep Heat - Oh Mercy

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