Tip Your Bartender - Glassjaw

Hit it one more

Time for our men in uniform with a price upon their heads

This is a war, sober up

You 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 exes live with hexes

This is why I hang

Myself with jealousy upon a fence post half mast

Fashion: war between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty

and the teens

Not throwing stones at you anymore

Your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder anymore

Oh yeah, I would like to see you die like mice do

I’m crying in the beer of a drunk man

I’m crying

Crying

Crying

Not throwing stones at you anymore

Your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder anymore

Yeah, I’d like to

Yeah, I’d like to die like fucking mice do

I’m crying in the beer of a drunk man

I’m crying in the beer of a drunk man

Fashion

Buy it

Load it

Shoot it