Last Rites (The Horrible Crowes)

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…