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