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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 From Letras Mania