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 gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig Jesus Christ girl Hasn't been long so it seems Since I was picking out an island with 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 for ADHD 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 Ooooooooh Someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig Someone's gotta help me dig bicycles