Well my nose is long and my temper's short
And I want to know everything
People like lead boots are holdin' me down
And I'll drown if it ever rains
Well I ain't lyin' there's good folks dyin'
And everybody's got a way
C'mon people think about this
Is this the way you wanna be
Well I can think of a dozen or more
Ways of catastrophe
Friends, beggars, hookers, thieves
Anything you wanna see
They all come down on the Kool-Aid Kids
Gonna try and steal their dimes
Common people don't make no sense
Whoa it's such a crime
Picture their faces
Smiling
Each in their places
counting on their toes
Secret ambition
Trying
Wide open spaces
You're invited, too