Funeral Shoes - Tim Heidecker

I’m gonna get takeout for lunch

I’m gonna get taken out for dinner

I’m gonna get breakfast in bed

With whoever I’m with

I’m gonna get high with some old friends

I’m gonna get drunk with my mother and father

Then I’m gonna run through the lawn

Of the house where we used to live

Home ain’t where I’m livin'

It ain’t where I want to be

Someone can be forgiven for what they’ve done to me

I’m coming back all dressed in black

But I didn’t think to pack my funeral shoes

I’ll sign the guest book then I’m off the hook

I’ll hide my feet beneath the pews

Then I’m gonna take the next flight out of here

Gonna go back to the sunshine

Won’t go back east

Until another one bites the dust

This place that Billy Joel sang about

Means nothing to me anymore

Only a memory

Just a part of rubble and rust

Home ain’t where I’m livin'

It ain’t where I want to be

Someone can be forgiven for what they’ve done to me

I’m coming back well-dressed in black

But I didn’t think to pack my funeral shoes

Saying my goodbyes without a tear in my eyes

Oh good God what can I do?