We swing the gavel
With a quick flick blade
If the blood is bleeding
Then the game\'s been played
We shoot the bullet
With a sharpened tongue
The voice is calling
But the lungs are numb
We catch the cradle
With hard earned advice
Don\'t go there my girl
He\'s not worth the fight
We tell our tales
With menacing eyes
Don\'t stare for too long
She don\'t like the spot light
We drink our water
Once it\'s turned to ice
Sinking in whiskey
Mixing with red wine
Sweet tooth sugar
Tattoo my heart
Colour me in
Another Shade of dark.
Sweet honey bee
Spare me a light
Colour me in
Another Shade of bright