Last Rites

Start up the car...

Bury your memories...

Call on your lovers

Speaking slow and heavy

Call up your boyfriends

from out by the ocean

While I get my last rites

Read by a thief

While I get my last rites

Read by a thief

And you look so holy standing in the water

From all my pictures I worshiped before you.

My baby just ain't

No good

My baby just she ain't

No good

Yeah…