Jesus Christ, girl What are people going to think? When I show up to one of several funerals I've attended for Grandpa this week With you With me But 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 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? Because the marble made my cheeks look pink But I'm unsure of so many things Oooh But Someone's got to help me dig Someone's got to help me dig Someone's got to help me dig