The kids are in town for a funeralSo pack the car and dry your eyesI know they got plenty of young blood left in them left in themAnd plenty nights under pink skies you taughtthem to enjoy So clean the house,clear the drawers,mop the floors, and stand tall Like no one's ever been here before or atall And don't you mention all the inches thatScraped on the doorframe.We all know you tiptoed up to 401 back in the wayIf you could see him now,you'd be proudBut you'd think they's yuppies.Your funeral was beautiful.I beg I heard you comingThe kids are in town for a funeralAnd the grass all smells the same as the day he broke your arm swingingOn that kid out on the riverYou bailed him out,never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livingIf you could see him now, you'd be proudThough you'd think days are beadsYour funeral was beautifulI beg I heard you comingIf you could see him now,you'd be proudThough you'd think days are beadsYour funeral was beautiful I beg I heard you comingThe kids are in town for a funeral So pack the car and dry your eyesI know they got plentyof young blood left in themAnd plenty nights under pink skies You taught them to enjoyAnd call your hat,erase the claim Like who gets to ride shotgunYour pocket knife,it went missing I think we know who got that oneYou used to let her cut the ribbons On all of her own presentsYou made me nervous,but now I see We just taught different lessons