when kenny's slain...upon his coffin... is his photograph
his little head...lies on a pillow...white as snow
and all the people in town...will go...just to say hello

in the corner...of the graveyard...is a monument
the little children...visit him...and gifts, they stack
but the poor boy's never comin' back
in the ground, remains...where he's lain

kenny's slain...we loved him dear...how red our eyes
there...beneath the fresh...dug dirt, he lies
don't fret...he might come back

when kenny's slain..his mom and dad...place him beneath the grass
and soon his coffin...will be turning...mossy green
its hard to keep these damn caskets clean...hard to keep a sheen

kenny's slain...we loved him dear...how red our eyes
there...beneath the fresh...dug dirt, he lies
in summer...he'll come back

beneath the shelter...of the dirt...his bones are drying out
you can't reverse...the body...when its in decay
and soon his flesh will start to turn all gray...and he'll rot away

when kenny's slain...morticians get...another customer
you feel the make-up...doesn't make him...look like him
why'd they try to...make him grin ?
should have left him plain...very strange

kenny's slain...we loved him dear...how red our eyes
there...beneath the fresh...dug dirt, he lies
i know he'll soon be back
kenny's slain...we loved him dear...how red our eyes
there...beneath the fresh...dug dirt, he lies
kenny's slain