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 pickin' 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 gotta help me dig

Someone's gotta help me dig

Someone's gotta help me dig