Jesus Christ, girl
What are people gonna think?
When I show up to one of several funerals
I've attended for grandpa this week
With you,
With me.
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig
Jesus Christ, girl,
It hasn't been long so it seems
Since I was picking out an island and a tomb for you
At the Hollywood Cemetery.
You kiss
On me
We should let this dead guy sleep
We should let this dead guy sleep
Jesus Christ, girl,
I laid up for hours in a daze,
Retracing the expanse of your American back
With Adderall and weed in my veins.
You came,
I think.
Cause the marble made my cheeks look pink.
But I'm unsure of so many things.
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig