| Song | Kool-Aid Kids |
| Artist | Bloodrock |
| Album | Bloodrock 3 |
| 作曲 : Nitzinger | |
| My nose is long and my temper is short | |
| And I want to know everything | |
| People like lead boots are holdin' me down | |
| Gonna drown if it ever rains | |
| Well I ain't lyin' there's good folks dyin' | |
| 'cause everybody's got a way | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Lord 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 | |
| Well my nose is long and my temper is short | |
| And I want to know everything | |
| People like lead boots are holdin' me down | |
| Gonna drown if it ever rains | |
| Well I ain't lyin' there's good folks dyin' | |
| 'cause everybody's got a way | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Lord it's such a crime |
| zuò qǔ : Nitzinger | |
| My nose is long and my temper is short | |
| And I want to know everything | |
| People like lead boots are holdin' me down | |
| Gonna drown if it ever rains | |
| Well I ain' t lyin' there' s good folks dyin' | |
| ' cause everybody' s got a way | |
| 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 | |
| Friends, beggars, hookers, thieves | |
| Anything you wanna see | |
| They all come down on the KoolAid Kids | |
| Gonna try and steal their dimes | |
| Common people don' t make no sense | |
| Lord 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 | |
| Well my nose is long and my temper is short | |
| And I want to know everything | |
| People like lead boots are holdin' me down | |
| Gonna drown if it ever rains | |
| Well I ain' t lyin' there' s good folks dyin' | |
| ' cause everybody' s got a way | |
| 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 | |
| Friends, beggars, hookers, thieves | |
| Anything you wanna see | |
| They all come down on the KoolAid Kids | |
| Gonna try and steal their dimes | |
| Common people don' t make no sense | |
| Lord it' s such a crime |