Hit it one more time for our men in uniform

(with a price apon their heads)

This is a war! Sober up!

call it what you want, the color changes

up in the sun.

Not throwing stones at you anymore.

Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.

Anymore.

All my X's live with hexes

This is why I hang myself with jealousy

apon a fencepost half-mast.

Fashion: war between the guilty and the guilty

and the guilty and the guilty and the teen.

Not throwing stones at you anymore.

Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.

Anymore.

Oh yeah, I would like to..kneel down like mice do.

As I'm crying in the beer of a drunkman.

And it's rotted, rotted, rotted!

Not throwing stones at you anymore.

Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.

Anymore.

Oh yeah, I would like to..

I'd like to die like fucking mice do.

As I'm crying in the beer of a drunkman.

And I'm crying in the beer of a drunkman.

Fashion.

Fashion.

Buy it.

Load it.

Shoot it.