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
No matter what you call it 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 exes 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

Oh yeah I would like to die like mice do
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man
I'm crying, crying, crying

Fashion
Buy it
Load it
Shoot it