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.
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 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..kneel down like mice do.
As I’m crying in the beer of a drunkman.
And it’s rotted, rotted, rotted!

Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder anymore.
Anymore.

Oh yeah, I would like to..
I’d like to die like fucking mice do.
As I’m crying in the beer of a drunkman.
And I’m crying in the beer of a drunkman.
Fashion.
Fashion.
Buy it.
Load it.
Shoot it.