Born in this place, you only see so far
Hear what we say
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know, Kansas city milkman?
A row of houses through the dawn
A sleeping city where I was born
I hear laughter in the early light
Outside the playground where I learned to fight
Born in this place, you only see so far
Hear what we say
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know Kansas city milkman?
I read the papers, every word
My only access to the outside world
Yeah, survival, that's my game
Just a common man, in that there is no shame, is there?
Too much talking
Information in the hands of the few
All the talking
Disinformation that we take for the truth
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