Dying Degree
Lyrics
Dresser droors 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 cemetary plot Paisley satin lined how apprapoe 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
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 02:13
- Tempo
- 102 BPM