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

AnymoreAnymore

All my ex's live with hexes, this is why

I hangMyself 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

AnymoreAnymore

Oh yeah, I would like to

Die like mice do

I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man

CryingNot throwing stones at you anymore

Your name's in lights and

I don't wonder

AnymoreAnymore

Oh yeah, I would like to

Like to die, like ******* 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