Dying On The Vine کے بول

I've seen the dead And they walk the streets The same tired old faces I meet at dawn They rise from graves not six feet deep But from underpasses Doorways and the garbage heap Man what happened to your teeth Stopped at a red light They've come creeping out of the bushes Who's that shuffling towards me? Sign in his hand asking for change Tell tale sign of a life gone bad Dying on the vine