Hit it one more, time for our men,
in uniform with a price upon their heads.
This is a war.
Sober up.
No matter what you call it 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 exes 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 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, to die like mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
I'm crying, crying, crying.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder, anymore.
Anymore.
Yeah I would like to, yeah I'd 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.
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Buy it.
Load it.
Shoot it.