Album: Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain
Silent kid no one to remind you
You got no heel, 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 tone
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 old and damned
Silent kid don't listen to the grandmother's advice about Ezra
Silent kid don't listen to their ayy...
Hand me the drumstick
Snare kick
Blues call upon I knew myself in
Into the spotlight
Ecstasy feels so warm inside
Till five hours later
I am chewin'
screwin'
Myself with my hand