Crust in my eyelids
The rising lights peak through the curtain
Once more my keeper
No more a believer
It's a short walk to the end of the road
So why don't ya go for me
Grab the mail to lighten my load
And make your's just a little bit heavier
Realtors wanna ask me
And askers wanna tell me
And tellers wanna bank me
And bankers wanna fell me
Debtors wanna catch me
And catchers wanna school me
Schoolers wanna debt me
And debts are in my head
Debts are in my head
"My name's Deborah Daisy from Dallas," she says
Debts are never dead
Debts are my death