Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings - Father John Misty

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