A Funeral On Christmas Sunday

All the kids of our town found old teeth, spit and licked
Sewed them on moldy cloth, and flew the flag of distress
Then became old bones and burned it up, but burned too
Tired blood soaked on through
The main reason I don't look my age is because I have never sold out
Who will show up at their funerals?
No one fills the seats at the funerals