Rolling With the Roses Video (MV)

He was up all night and now he's rolling with the roses
Up all night and now he's rolling with the roses
That's what they say
And his boots they are buried 'neath the hay

Whiskey, whiskey, make me drown
They're burning all the heathens in this town
And I just laid my love to rest
Lay down on his grave, and wished his soul the best

I can't stand to watch another go
We've got to get out of here, you know
People like us are the hunted kind
Never giving in, choosing to use our minds

They say I'm a million things I'm not
Living my own life, not believing all we're taught
And I don't care what they think
But I still gotta eat, gotta drink

So let's split this town, you and I
Make our own way
Pick a path, pick a point in the sky

He was up all night and now he's rolling with the roses
Up all night and now he's rolling with the roses
And his boots they are buried 'neath the hay
That's what they say