The Grapes are Dead
Why do I hear that voice in my head?
I was alive
And talking about death
The grapes are dead
I'll drink all the wine
I drink for the dead
I empty the bottle and
I squeezed their heads
Oh the grapes are dead
Like the wine in your hand
They are bleeding for this
The grapes are dead
The grapes are dead
I was alive
And talking about death
The grapes are dead
I'll drink all the wine
I drink for the dead
I empty the bottle and
I squeezed their heads
Oh the grapes are dead
Like the wine in your hand
They are bleeding for this
The grapes are dead
The grapes are dead
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Writer(s): Ivor Schnaidman
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