The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they've 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, and stand tall
Like no one's 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 tiptoed 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 comin'
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin'
On that kid down by the river
You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livin'
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 comin'
(Strum it)
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 comin'
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin'
On that kid down by the river
You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livin'
Thank you, Minneapolis, everyone still feelin' okay?
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