Overhead

Once in a while I go out of my way

To kill you a little

I'm sick of your smile, your nothing to say

Your monkey, your middle

You see me overhead

As I go by

You talk so cold and dead

And still you wonder why

Once in a while I go out of my way

To kill you a little

I'm sick of your smile, your nothing to say

Your monkey, your middle

You are my overhead

It makes me cry

You buy some folding bed

And still you wonder why

Once in a while I go out of my way

To kill you a little

I'm sick or your smile, your nothing to say

Your monkey, your middle

You fall heel over head

And though you try

You just get old instead

And still you wonder why

Once in a while I go out of my way

To kill you a little