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 f**king 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