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Tip Your Bartender Lyrics
by Glassjaw
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 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 teen.
Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore.
[pause]
Oh yeah, I would like to.. Die like mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. Crying.
Not throwing stones at you anymore. Your name's in lights and I don't wonder Anymore.
Oh yeah, I would like to.. Like to die, like fucking mice do. I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man. Crying.
Buy it, load it, shoot it.
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