Dyin’ On The Vine Lyrics by Kip Moore
Ooh, child, ain’t you scared?
When no one sees and no one cares
Oh, God, ain’t you sad?
Ain’t what you planned, we’ve all gone mad
All gone mad
Ooh
Ooh, child, this ain’t the way
You weren’t meant for digging graves
All this shit ain’t yours to take
It’s not your fault, it’s not okay
Bombs and venom, shattered glass
Teenage bodies burning black
Propaganda TV screen
Politician industry
What’s this fighting even for?
I can’t take it anymore
Everybody says we’re fine
We’re all just dying on the vine
Ooh, child, it’s been done before
Spilling blood and waging wars
Who’s got the pull? Who’s got the strings?
It ain’t you, buddy, it ain’t me
Who’s got the train right off the tracks?
I can see the smoke, I can see the crash
Is there time to recorrect?
Change this course, this world’s a mess
Bombs and venom, shattered glass
Teenage bodies burning black
Propaganda TV screen
Politician industry
What’s this fighting even for?
I can’t take it anymore
Everybody says we’re fine
We’re all just dying on the vine
We’ve all gone mad
We’ve all gone mad
We’ve all gone mad
Bombs and venom, shattered glass
Teenage bodies burning black
North and south and west and east
Everybody’s enemies (Oh)
What’s this fighting even for?
I can’t take it anymore (Oh)
Everybody says we’re fine
We’re all just dying on the vine
(Oh) We’ve all gone mad
(Oh) We’ve all gone mad
(Oh) We’ve all gone mad
