Intro :
I was al ways working steady
But I ne ver called it art
I got my shit together
Meeting Chr ist and reading Marx
It fai led my little fire
But it's br ight the dying spark
Go t ell the young messiah
Wh at happens to the heart
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There's a m ist of summer kisses
Where I tr ied to double-park
The ri valry was vicious
The wo men were in charge
It was not hing it was business
But it le ft an ugly mark
I've c ome here to revisit
Wh at happens to the heart
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I was sel ling holy trinkets
I was dre ssing kind of sharp
Had a pu ssy in the kitchen
And a pan ther in the yard
In the pri son of the gifted
I was fri endly with the guards
So I ne ver had to witness
W hat happens to the he art
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I sh ould have seen it coming
After a ll I knew the chart
Just to l ook at her was trouble
It was tro uble from the start
Sure we pl ayed a stunning couple
But I ne ver liked the part
It ain't pr etty it ain't subtle
Wh at happens to the heart
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Now the an gel's got a fiddle
The de vil's got a harp
Every s oul is like a minnow
Every mi nd is like a shark
I've br oken every window
But the ho use the house is dark
I c are but very little
Wh at happens to the heart
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Then I stu died with this beggar
He was fi lthy he was scarred
By the cl aws of many women
He had fai led to disregard
No fa ble here no lesson
No sin ging meadowlark
Just a fi lthy beggar guessing
Wh at happens to the he art
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I was al ways working steady
But I ne ver called it art
It was ju st some old convention
Like the ho rse before the cart
I h ad no trouble betting
On the fl ood against the ark
You see I k new about the ending
Wh at happens t o the heart
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I was ha ndy with a rifle
My fat her's .303
I fo ught for something final
Not the ri ght to disagree
