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silent kit, no one to remind you
you got no here, no reals to remind you
silent kit, don't take your p*wn shop home
on the road, god d*mn 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 d*mned, 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