@migu music@

hit it one more time for our men

in uniform (with a price upon 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 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.

Fashion.

Buy it.

Load it.

Shoot it.