I'm gonna put the fun back in funeral
This disease I've got, unfortunately terminal
The giant red flag that once swayed so strong
Is now loose and limp
'Cause the winds have all gone, to:

Warmer communities and tinsel talk towns
Powerful objectives, and meaningless nouns
Ducks fly in v-shapes over sheep that are scattered
Although I'm insulted, I must say I'm flattered

Look in the mirror and you make a comparison
Send out all the letters to the 25th garrisson
To men that are waiting, patiently under fire
Dreaming of warm wives
And the day that they'll retire, from:

Years at the factory, years at the mill
To be with your family, how many would you kill?
Flesh that's bleached white,
Hearts stained black, blue and brown
All that I'd give to hear the familiar sound
Of my old creaky staircase and the noisy neon lights
Love can develop on meaningless nights