Silent kid, no one to remind you

You've got no hip, no reels to remind you

Silent kid, don't take your pawnshop home on the road, goddamn you

Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone



This is the city life

This is the city life

Oh come on, let's talk about leaving



Come on now, talk about your family

Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned you

Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra

Silent kid, don't listen to them



Hand me the drumstick, snare kick, blues call upon I knew myself in

Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside

Until five hours later, I'm chewing

Screwing myself with my hand