Last Rites lyrics

Start up the car, Bury your memories, Call on your lovers Speaking slow and heavy. Call up your boyfriends from out by the ocean, While I get my last rights read by a thief, While I get my last rights read by a thief. And you look so holy standing in the water, From all my pictures I worshiped before you, My baby just can't know good, My baby just, she ain't no good. More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/last_rites_lyrics_horrible_crowes_the.html All about Horrible Crowes+The: http://www.musictory.com/music/Horrible+Crowes+The