Letras:Glassjaw. Worship And Tribute. Tip Your Bartender.

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 ex'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
Anymore

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
Anymore

Oh yeah, I would like to
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
Crying, crying
Buy it, load it, shoot it