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 Sun

Not throwing stones at you anymore

Your name's in lights and I don't wonder

Anymore

Anymore

All my exes live with hexes, this is why I hang

Myself with jealousy upon a fence post, 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

Yeah, I would like to

See you 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 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