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 mitts
I'm staring down at the cold hard dirt, I just want to get down in it
You were painting your masterpiece, I didn't have a clue
I fed on all the beautiful things that gravitate to you
I want that deep
That deep deep heat
I'm still looking for that deep
The deep deep heat
And all the people gathered around as you danced on the Spanish moss
I tried to make a martyr's gaze as they 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 give me that deep
The deep deep heat
I'm still looking for that deep
The deep deep heat
Cause I gotta get brave
And start digging my own grave
I'm still looking for the deep
The deep deep heat
Don't you want to get low?
Don't you want to get low?
Just give me that deep
The deep deep heat
I'm still looking for that deep
The deep deep heat
Cause I gotta get brave
And start digging my own grave
I'm still looking for the deep
The deep deep heat
