Tip Your Bartender

Glassjaw

  • Enviado por: agimotta
  • Tom: E (6ª corda dropada em D)
  • Arranjo: Baixo, Bateria

LETRA

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 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