Glassjaw

Hit it one more 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. 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