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The kids are in town for a funeral So pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got plenty of young blood left in em And plenty nights under pink skies You taught em to enjoy So clean the house Clear the drawers Mop the floors Stand tall Like no ones ever been here Before or at all And don’t you mention all the inches That are scraped on the door frame We all know you tip toed up to 4’1 back in ’08 If you could see em now You’d be proud But you’d think they’s yuppies Your funeral was beautiful I bet god heard you coming The kids are in town for a funeral And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging I’m that kid out on the river You bailed him out Never said a thing about Jesus or the way he’s living If you could see em now You’d be proud But you’d think they’s yuppies Your funeral was beautiful I bet god heard you coming If you could see em now You’d be proud But you’d think they’s yuppies Your funeral was beautiful I bet god heard you coming The kids are in town for a funeral So pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got plenty young blood left in em And plenty nights under pink skies You taught em to enjoy
