Tip Your Bartender (Glassjaw cover)

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
Anymore, anymore

All my ex's live with hexes
This is why I hang
Myself with jealousy upon
fencepost 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
Anymore, anymore

Oh yeah, I would like to
To die like mice do
I'm crying in the beer of a [bad word] man
Crying, crying, crying

Not throwing stones at you anymore
Your name's in lights
And I don't wonder anymore
Anymore, anymore

Oh yeah, I would like to
Like to die like [bad word] mice do
I'm crying in the beer of a [bad word] man
I'm crying in the beer of a [bad word] man

Fashion, fashion
Buy it, load it, shoot it