Dying on the Vine Songtext
von The Accüsed

I′ve seen the dead
And they walk the streets
The same tired old faces
I meet at dawn

They rise from graves not six feet deep
But from underpasses


Doorways and the garbage heap
Man what happened to your teeth
Stopped at a red light
They've come creeping out of the bushes
Who′s that shuffling towards me?
Sign in his hand asking for change
Tell tale sign of a life gone bad
Dying on the vine