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