Been this way for almost all my life Wasn't born here Mom & me moved here when I was 5 These Kansas City boys are dull as butter knives Had this little car since I was 17 The tape is busted got a boom box in the back seat Blasting Misfits all up & down these streets To stay the same to never change To stay the same to never change The college kids in KC all leave in the fall Don't have time for letters or long distance calls If friend you leave then friend you're dead to me Mom's been sick now for a long time She says she hopes I'll want a family after she's died She says the less you feel like a child The more you'll want a child To stay the same to never change To stay the same to never change To stay the same to never change To stay the same to never change