Lyrics
Break The Vine
(intro)
Gather'round I'm in the mood to tell a story,
'Bout a boy who lost his soul and fell from glory.
He's lost his mind from time he's spent in solitary,
And now he's wasting away...
(verse)
It's the story of how this boy could save the sinner,
And how he healed the people with the magic savior,
He was God on earth, he was the Sunday Elvis,
The King of Sunday T.V.
You better tithe and give it all to T.V. Jesus,
Sunday morning always brings the checks and Visas',
Double talkin'lives of never-ending sorrow,
That's the hypocrite way...
(chorus)
You gotta'break the vine,
You gotta'see the lies,
The forbidden fruit is already eaten,
You gotta'cross the line...oh yeah...
(verse)
Soon the boy got married and he had some children,
But the wandering eye was on another women,
And the money was on the table for the takin',
He was playin'the game...
Then his wife found out he had another woman,
But he thought she'd found the money that he'd stolen,
So he killed his wife, he had a reputation,
The King of Sunday T.V.
(chorus)
You gotta'break the vine,
You gotta'see the lies,
The forbidden fruit is already eaten,
You gotta'cross the line...oh yeah...
(bridge)
Aristocratic blue blood livin'socialism,
Givin'money to cure the cause of self-fulfillment,
You better read the writing on the wall that's burnin',
Or life's a credit card bill...
(chorus)
You gotta'break the vine,
You gotta'see the lies,
The forbidden fruit is already eaten,
You gotta'cross the line...oh yeah...
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