Silence Kit

Silent kit, no one to remind you

You got no here, no reals to remind you

Silent kit, don't take your pawn shop home

On the road, god damn you

Silent kit, 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 kit, don't listen to the grandmother's advice about us, you're

Solid kit 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