Vines

by Trip Shakespeare

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Lyrics

I lay down on a bed of fruit

Fine black baubles from the

liquor root

Vines said, "Jack, gonna take

your bones below"

Boughs hung heavy with the

poison charms

Wrapped my body in their

coiling arms

Stained my vision with the

purple juice we know

Found my body on the stones

below

Watch out, Jack , there's a poison

road below

Wine welled up from the open

ground

Swept my body to a boiling sound

That ground water came to wash

my bones below

I passed down through the

darkest halls

Came to my house, it had viney

walls

That ground water came to wash

my bones below