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