There’s a story in the paper About a young boy laying dead He tried steal a TV set When he should have been in bed He broke a storefront window Went inside to claim his prize When a piece of glass came falling Just like lightning from the sky And it landed like an arrow As a neon sign went dark Cutting of that vital (ohhhh or organ?) From the head to the heart Um hum, the heart Now you might say that its tragic Losing life for such as cause One moment made the street lights The next all wrapped in gauze Ohhh His fate is not uncommon It happens every day To the beast who fly’s with angels But whose feet are made with clay The distance is a short one Just about a foot apart But very few survive the trip From the head to the heart The heart The Heart The Heart No one knows, the heart Ooohh..the heart