Dying on the Vine

Roots laid down Soul no or sound Eager ears to the ground What is lost can be found In line for the next round Rich noise, playboys It's all been done and said Working everyday from 9am-5pm out all night waking with the dead Dying on the vine For the new creation Yeah, you got it all In a touch screen nation Keep your head down Living in oblivion Never hang around Avoid the situation Wear flowers in your hair Trade it in for not a single care When all you got is an endless stare I know that there's nothing there Your love is so free In a meadow of deceit You know but don't want to believe That you can be beat Dying on the vine For the new creation Yeah, you got it all in a touch screen nation Keep your head down Living in oblivion Never hang around Avoid the situation