Time for our men in uniform (with a price upon their heads). This is a WAR! Sober up. But 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. 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 teen. Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore. [pause] Oh yeah, I would like to.. Die like mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. Crying. Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore. Oh yeah, I would like to.. Like to die, like fucking mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. Crying. Buy it, load it, shoot it.