Put your gear into fire
Lay your bullets on the ground
Turn your head to desire
There's a woman going down
She said she'll rough you up, all the way
And she gonna spit you out, count your days
She says choice is yours, casually
So why don't you do what comes naturally
CHORUS:
Sink the pink, it's all the fashion
Drink the drink, it's old-fashioned
Gimme water, gimme wine
Gonna show you a good time
Sink the pink
Sink the pink
Got a fever runnin' high
Give you wings to make you fly
She school you like a fool
She make you break the rule
Not What It Seems
A long day
If ever these questions were yours what would you say
you don't know
but I'm writing the answers on cheap paper napkins
and now he's turning off
and now she's shutting down
and it's not what it seems
nothings the same when you give it away
no its not what it seems
it's just what you think it is
and these fights
they climb through my veins like its mecury rising
and these nights
I seem to remember a home that was better
and now he's turning off
and now she's shutting down
and its not what it seems
nothings the same when you give it away
no its not what it seems
its just what you think it is
and now he's turning off
his family's breaking down
and it's not what it seems
nothings the same when you give it away
no it's not what it seems
its just what you think it is its just what you think it is
no its not what it seems
nothings the same when you give it away
no its not what it seems
it's just what you think it is just what you think it is
it's just what you think it is
what you think it is