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