ROSES Songtext
von Camping in Alaska

Where I come from
You gotta buy
Your Sunday liquor
On Saturday night

Where I come from
You gotta buy
Your Sunday liquor
On Saturday night

The curtains drawing
The smoke still hangs around my head
Red roses reach up and bloom
While you sleep sound in your grave


The way you talk about Jesus
Makes it seem like you′re burying a cat in the backyard
I can read just fine

I can read just fine
I can read just fine
I can read just
Dad says i can read just fine
I can read just fine

The way you talk about Jesus
Makes it seem like you're burying a cat in the backyard
Brother chuckles in his dirt bed
I can read just fine

I can read just fine
Dad says I can read just fine
I can read just fine
I can read just fine