Life's so boring, everyone else is whoring and those that aren't are permanantly snoring i'm kinda depressed, don't run with the rest cannot withstand time's test i want out now, to go to K.C and see cows and i say: and how? i know rage i feel as if i am in a cage saith the wise sage nice guys finish last, but for them somtimes its a blast till they get caught in a six-car crash nine-string guitar, going someplace very far on the day i turn 21 i'm going into a bar every lie has a truth, jerking off in a telephone booth i feel so Kansas City cause i'm not a sleuth reading k.friedman's books, now i'l give another look those brown-ish blue eyes, they leave me shook standing tall in line, my body's low on spine my eyes gleam once, thats because they shine and i still feel Kansas City because thats the way it is i got to go because i;m gonna meet the wiz and i feel Kansas City cause i'm fucking depressed And i feel Kansas City cause i'm surrounded by people who don't fucking understand.Birth sign: Aries
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