We were brown and we were down We were black and we were slack We are digging us a hole There is nothing in this bowl On the way, to kansas c. Who are we supposed to be? It's raining rain, it's raining snow Tell me where you wanna go
I don't want to take your call I refuse to climb your wall I don't want to ride your bus I am tired of all of us On the way, to kansas c. Who are we supposed to be? It's raining rain, it's raining snow Tell me where you wanna go
