Dying Degree (Lyrics)

Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change Coupons cut {cigarettes} smoked {down} to the butt Is this what dreams are made {of} Adding up subtracting down, you find Yourself sucking the rind Dying degree, graying amie Final payment made, had you forgot? The rightful owner of one deluxe cemetery plot Paisley satin lined, how apropos What a better way to go Dying degree, graying amie No more eating crumbs When my pension finally comes Your kids want eat mush anymore 'round me Dying degree, graying amie Dying...