| 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 |