Hit it one more, time for our men in uniform with a price upon their heads. This is a war. Sober up. You call it what you want, the color changes up in the suny 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 upon a fencepost half mast. Fashion: War between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the teens Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore. Anymore. Oh yea, i would like to die like mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. I'm crying. I'm crying. Crying. Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore. Anymore. Yea, i'd like to, yea id like to die like fucking mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. Fashion. Fashion. Buy it. Load it. Shoot it.