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