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.
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