Vic Chesnutt Degenerate
I am a rough ball of twine I have a duty to do I been tied to the table but now I am frazzled and aloof degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots degenerate, rot away the nooses degenerate, out come those tangles oh degenerate, oh degenerate acorn squash and a hearty rows of okra stand of sweet corn by the trickling creek winter dead that was buried 'neath the pole beans behold a sink-hole in the spring degenerate, washed by weather cycles degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades degenerate, prepare to take the profit oh degenerate, oh degenerate degenerate, disintegrate the tight knots degenerate, bleach the deadly night shades degenerate, out come those tangles oh degenerate, oh degenerate