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