It's such a strange vine wrapped around my neck bone Twisted up between my steps, between my steps I'm tripping and falling over things we just couldn
its such a strange vine wrapped around my neck bone twisted up between my steps between my steps I'm tripping and falling over things we just couldn'
it But it's slipping from your hand Well, life is made of a million moments Catch one if you can You try so hard but you never own it Stranger in the
Could never be what they want him to be He's stranger than fiction And he's got no past, he's a mystery But he's got ambition And there's always been
it, fight it, fight it, fight it Can't fight the lust Can't find the truth Ain't nothing you can do When the girl goes down Hollywood and Vine and
Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine Never bein' able to separate the good from the bad Ooh, I can
It's unbelievable, it's strange but true It's inconceivable, it could happen to you You're goin' north and you're goin' south Just like bait in the fish
strange I'll take my time to rearrange Your frame of mind You'll want to be the Sage wait in line With the rest of them grape vines Swinging idiots
wraped in Mummy's cloth a blurred touching Who feels that delight I'll have you On emotions walkin butt naked down Streets at night stripped of Your stripes around ya mind a vine
and I move on. So let me go and let me see and let me find out finally, And I pray no more vines entwine me, no more vines. Staring deep inside this
on the water, make me rich, make me poor Lay your flowers at my door Lady on the water, bring me branches, bring me twine Graft my heart upon the vine
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine Yes and now you heard my strange proposal So get
clock rings Stepping out from safety's door I hear the rushing traffic roar Smiling to myself I say "Hooray, it's a brand new day" Slashing my way through vine
young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine Amassing
parade of changes Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind Visions of shadows that shine 'Til one day I returned and found they were the Victims of the vines
Cracked this morning worst and weak Tears roll down from inside my cheek Strange timing opportunity knocks Sun comes up, paradox Take the whole part
is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the
