Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings

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 But someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta 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 But 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 gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig