Tip Your Bartender

Hit it one more, Time for our men In uniform with a price upon their heads This is a war Sober up You call it what you want, the color changes up in the suny 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 teens Not throwing stones at you anymore Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore Anymore Oh yea, i would like to See you die like mice do I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man And i'm crying, i'm crying Crying Not throwing stones at you anymore Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore Anymore Yea, i'd like to Yea 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 Fashion Buy it Load it Shoot it.