Driving down docs of burking streets These houses build's so incomplete Inside lie dying families Dad works too much to ever see His own kids, mom's drinking just to cope with the week They all turn into shells of who they wanna be One son turns left into the drugs The other one never felt what it's like to love Everyone tryna tell them what they need On the wall hangs the photo of the fake Smiles that haunt them every day Living lives that no one can believe Everyone dies on the weekend Tell me what we're thinking Tell me what to mix what's the shit that we drinking Funeral on Friday that's just how the world turns Walk up to the casket watch who you used to be burn Funeral on Friday Funeral on Friday Through the years they lie right through their teeth 'Cause they know the neighborhood came to complete Meanwhile their kid is standing on the brink Send him to a good school we can't afford Go to church every week and give the rest to the lord And maybe your last name will be the one to be Our son's not sad no he's just bored Somebody locked up at the door He's in there letting his blood pour I just hear him fall on the floor Everything's alright? Tell me what we're thinking Tell me what to mix what's the shit that we drinking Funeral on Friday that's just how the world turns Walk up to the casket watch who you used to be burn Funeral on Friday