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
