Glassjaw - 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.
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.
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 teen.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder
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.
Oh yeah, I would like to..
Die like mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
Crying.
Buy it, load it, shoot it.