This day and age long enough to wait
We can still argue, lie, and debate
Regarding the song we love, not hate
That we wanted it in Kidz Bop’s fate

So I told myself, in our spite
You did tell yourself, in our spite
We have told ourselves, in our spite
Yungblud’s song will get a childish vibe
Hope they won’t despise, our hearts soon be tamed
But out of hand, they start to complain

Kidz Bop didn’t get “The Funeral”
Waiting too long in its prime
The lyrics to them are too terrible
They think we’ve wasted their time
This is insane, who’s to blame blame blame?

My hopes fall out and so do yours
Looking forward to our dream without remorse
We’re all technically attention whores
Who barely get rid of unwanted canker sores

I can ask myself “Will it deny?”
You can ask yourself “Will it deny?”
We can ask ourselves “Will it deny?”
The Kidz Bop execs are barely shy
Strong compromise might leave us ashamed
But our dream will never be same

Kidz Bop still don’t get “The Funeral”
Was it too harsh to deny?
Things these days get too pitiful
Our idea’s not awry
If it does, we can blame, this is strange, strange, strange

I wanna prove it to the company
They will soon be standing on their knees
If they decided to decline our deed
They’ll think that we are taking too much heat

I can blame myself, nothing’s alright
Can you blame yourself? Nothing’s alright
If we blame ourselves, nothing’s alright
Though we Yungblud fans instead deny

Kidz Bop couldn’t get The Funeral
Parents won’t be feared all night
Execs thought it’s too subliminal
Explicit content is too tight
Might as well leave some things same same same
Now our idea’s burning down in flames