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.