Original lyrics

EN

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