The Blizzard and The Funeral by Kithkin Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen
Live from the Banana Stand
Kithkin!

Plastic shields and wooden swords
[?] and [?]
This [?] months ago
They were buried under under 80 feet of snow

Where we don't lock our door
Where I don't fear the future anymore

[?] guts all shook up
Got a ticket, got a gun
This [?] months ago
I'll miss the blizzard, I'll miss the funeral

Where we don't lock our door
Where I don't fear the future anymore
Where we don't lock our door
Where I don't fear the future anymore