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 kissed 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
Me tracing 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