Overhead

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 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 or 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