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 worshipped before you,
My baby just can't know good,
My baby just, she ain't no good.
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Last Rites Lyrics

The Horrible Crowes – Last Rites Lyrics

Songwriters: BRIAN FALLON
Last Rites lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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