Sinkin Deep

Lost on North Avenue my job took me there everyday

A different world a new country I found out today

It's like I'm a foreigner born in the u s of a

Tension so thick you can cut it I'm here anyway

Driving on back to my home where the radio's free

Crank up the Velvets and Ice Cube and vintage PE

Pop in the Replacements and drift to a van on the road

Every once in a while I just want to explode

The magic of music's a cascading ballet of junk

Stuck in the middle of metal and country and funk

Sometimes I feel lost when I'm writing I want to be Neil

Every musician I know they just want to be real

Yeah

All of these labels for music mean jack shit to me

Subconsciously divide and conquer the will to be free

I don't want no purists around me it's forrest or trees

Give me a forrest and watch me sink into the leaves

Sinkin deep

Yeah, sinkin deep

Ah-oo lord

Ah-oo lord

sinkin deep

Yeah sinkin

Sinkin deep