Texty

Silent kid, no one to remind you You got no hands, no reels to remind you Silent kid, don't take your pawn shop home on the road, goddamn you Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tongue This is the city life (this is a city life) Come on, let's talk about leaving Come on, now, talk about your family Your sister's curse, your father's old and damned, yeah Silent kid, don't listen to their grandmother's advice about us, yeah Silent kid, don't listen to the rain Hand me the drum stick, snare kick Blues call and response, I lose myself in change Into the spotlight, ecstasy feels so warm inside 'Til five hours later, I am chewin' Screwin' myself with my hand
Writer(s): Stephen Joseph Malkmus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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