The Horrible Crowes - Last Rites lyrics

rate me

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 rights read by a thief,

While I get my last rights read by a thief.

And you look so holy standing in the water,

From all my pictures I worshiped before you,

My baby just can't know good,

My baby just, she ain't no good.