Kudzu Vines

Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Gotta tell y’all I don’t mind dyin’
Been alive for a long enough time
What makes me sad what makes me sigh
There ain’t no outliving these kudzu vines
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Jesus was a carpenter this was way back when
Went on vacation with his only friend
Said the lowly is holy and the holy divine
But I don’t remember creating these kudzu vines
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Maybe I’ll go to heaven
That’s where they all tell there
The tendrils won’t swallow up overwhelm there
Yeah that’s where I’m going
That’s where you all can come find me
‘Til then I’ll be biting my way through the serpents
‘Til then I’ll be slicing my way through the servants
Of all that is evil and hungry and creeping
I warn you I’m not feeling kindly
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Kudzu vines kudzu vines
Swing your machete to the left and the right
Swing your machete with all your might
Black is the hair of a true love of mine
But green is the blood of these kudzu vines