The Dowry Lyrics

The ones who tell me this; â??the guitar's too high in the mixâ?
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