Its taking all of us, breathing life, into this flat lined Kansas City
I believe we're connected in a way that they can't take from me
Either you're here or you can't understand
That these basement shows, where we find ourselves...
We wear Community on our sleeves
We stay in the forties, we call slim, then we meet out front
And now with three houses
We can support the art that finds our mid-west
And rightfully they'll want, to come back again
To us here, who stay In the forties, smoky rooms
Cold basement floors, the best life, I could ask for
And if we never live then how, is it We're gonna die?
And if it isn't work then why, would we ever need to retire?