Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Ahh, ahh
Ohh
Roses in the bush
Cut down at the Garden's Gate
It was too late
So much has fallen
Sound the broken bells
The priestess amongst us heeds
Bring in the seeds
A garden must grow, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Prisoners of the king
Are promised their freedom for
Planting a score
Of infantry vines
From the bowing earth
Uprises the weeds of war
Caving the floor
A renaissance born, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Whoa, ohh
Ohh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, ohh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it has been said
Yeah, yeah, yeah, make up your bed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay down your head
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Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Ahh, ahh
Ohh
Roses in the bush
Cut down at the Garden's Gate
It was too late
So much has fallen
Sound the broken bells
The priestess amongst us heeds
Bring in the seeds
A garden must grow, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Prisoners of the king
Are promised their freedom for
Planting a score
Of infantry vines
From the bowing earth
Uprises the weeds of war
Caving the floor
A renaissance born, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Whoa, ohh
Ohh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, ohh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it has been said
Yeah, yeah, yeah, make up your bed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay down your head
Whoa, whoa
Ahh, ahh
Ohh
Roses in the bush
Cut down at the Garden's Gate
It was too late
So much has fallen
Sound the broken bells
The priestess amongst us heeds
Bring in the seeds
A garden must grow, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Prisoners of the king
Are promised their freedom for
Planting a score
Of infantry vines
From the bowing earth
Uprises the weeds of war
Caving the floor
A renaissance born, ohh
It has been said
By the likes of the living and the dead
Make your bed
Even sinners go to drink the wine, break the bread
Ah, ohh
Whoa, ohh
Ohh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, ohh
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Whoa, whoa, whoa, it has been said
Yeah, yeah, yeah, make up your bed
Whoa, whoa, whoa, lay down your head
Writer: Daniel Robert Wagner, Greg Kurstin, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Greta Van Fleet
From Album: The Battle at Garden’s Gate
Written by: Daniel Robert Wagner, Greg Kurstin, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka