Happens to the Heart
I was always working steadyBut I never called it artI was funding my depressionMeeting Jesus reading MarxSure it failed my little fireBut it's bright the dying sparkGo tell the young messiahWhat happens to the heart
There’s a mist of summer kissesWhere I tried to double-parkThe rivalry was viciousAnd the women were in chargeIt was nothing, it was businessBut it left an ugly markSo I’ve come here to revisitWhat happens to the heart
I was selling holy trinketsI was dressing kind of sharpHad a pussy in the kitchenAnd a panther in the yardIn the prison of the giftedI was friendly with the guardSo I never had to witnessWhat happens to the heart
I should have seen it comingYou could say I wrote the chartJust to look at her was troubleIt was trouble from the startSure we played a stunning coupleBut I never liked the partIt ain’t pretty, it ain’t subtleWhat happens to the heart
Now the angel’s got a fiddleAnd the devil’s got a harpEvery soul is like a minnowEvery mind is like a sharkI've opened every windowBut the house, the house is darkJust say Uncle, then it's simpleWhat happens to the heart
I was always working steadyBut I never called it artThe slaves were there alreadyThe singers chained and charredNow the arc of justice bendingAnd the injured soon to marchI lost my job defendingWhat happens to the heart
I studied with this beggarHe was filthy he was scarredBy the claws of many womenHe had failed to disregardNo fable here no lessonNo singing meadow larkJust a filthy beggar blessingWhat happens to the heart
I was always working steadyBut I never called it artI could lift, but nothing heavyAlmost lost my union cardI was handy with a rifleMy father's 303We fought for something finalNot the right to disagree
Sure it failed my little fireBut it's bright the dying sparkGo tell the young messiahWhat happens to the heart