Silent kid, no one to remind you
You got no here, no reals to remind you
Silent kid, don't take your pawn shop home
On the road, god damn you,
Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tongue
This is the city life, this is the city I come from
Let's talk about leaving
C'mon now, talk about your family
Your sister's cursed, your father's old and damned, yeah
Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about us, you're
Solid kid don't listen to the rain...
Hand me the drum stick, snare...KICK
Blues calls upon thy...myself
Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm, inside
'till five hours later I'm...chewin'...screwin' myself with my hands
