This is a song about "Sinks"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

The fire spitter, he sinks ships

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Titanic sinks across the river styx

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed