Good Funeral Homes

Skinny Ray took his little boy down
To the rusted north park playground
And lit a cigarette and he stood off to the side
And he tried recalling his younger days
As his boy tried climbing the wrong ways
Over the curse words and body parts
Graffitied on the slide

Lady Jane leaned a shoulder on the glass
Of the storefront where Skinny used to pass
And she tried to get a signal from a dying phone
Alone, and the sign behind her said
Office space for lease or rent
She used to work it for the corporation
Now she's working out a way to get home

And the O and the R on the sign
Of the corner liquor store
Is gonna stay burned out until God's kingdom comes
But they sell a nice box of wine
When nobody's even keeping score
And old mansions make good funeral homes

Two middle-schoolers huddled in the sticks
Where the river run from the crumbling bricks
Of another empty mill never to be touched again
And then they flubbed their very first taste of love
Like two babies eating bubbles in the tub
Oh time gonna murder your children
And then shake your hand

And the O and the R on the sign
Of the corner liquor store
Is gonna stay burned out until God's kingdom comes
But they sell a nice box of wine
When nobody's even keeping score
And old mansions make good funeral homes
Old mansions make good funeral homes
Old mansions make good funeral homes