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 [Chorus] Not throwing stones at you anymore Your name's in lights and I don't wonder 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 guilty and the teens [Chorus] Oh yeah, I would like to die like mice do I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man 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 id 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 Buy it Load it Shoot it