[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
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
[Outro]
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig
Someone's got to help me dig