Silence Kit

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, God-damn you
Silent kid, don't lose your graceful tone
This is the city life (this is the city life), come on
Let's talk about leaving

Come on now, talk about your family
Your sister's cursed, your father's all but damned ya
Silent kid, don't listen to your grandmother's advice about Ezra
Silent kid, don't listen to them

Hand me the drum stick
Snare kick
Blues, come on, dive through

In the spotlight, Ecstasy feels so warm inside
Until five hours later, I'm chewing
Screwing
Myself
With my hand



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Joseph Malkmus
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