Funeral Shoes

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?