The ones who tell me this; “the guitar’s too high in the mix”   I’ve heard it said before today, but how’s its sound anyway?   Retire your old curse, with help from you, the nurse   And bring me all the new rewards   The countless payoff is due, look at the few!   The final stage is bare, you hear the rattle of the snare   Its limited to precious fare, I’ll see the guided tours go by   And then I’ll watch your dowry go down   And take it, all the things that I miss won’t be around