We were brown and we were down
We were black and we were slack
We are diggin' us a hole
There is nothin' in this bowl
On the way to Kansas city
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
It's raining rain
It's raining snow
Tell me where you wanna go
I don't wanna take your call
I refuse to climb your wall
I don't wanna ride your bus
I am tired of all of us
On the way to Kansas city
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
It's raining rain
It's raining snow
Tell me where you wanna go
