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.