Jonathan Coulton - Overhead Lyrics
Once in a while I go out of my wayTo kill you a littleI'm sick of your smile, your nothing to sayYour monkey, your middleYou see me overheadAs I go byYou talk so cold and deadAnd still you wonder whyOnce in a while I go out of my wayTo kill you a littleI'm sick of your smile, your nothing to sayYour monkey, your middleYou are my overheadIt makes me cryYou buy some folding bedAnd still you wonder whyOnce in a while I go out of my wayTo kill you a littleI'm sick or your smile, your nothing to sayYour monkey, your middleYou fall heel over headAnd though you tryYou just get old insteadAnd still you wonder whyOnce in a while I go out of my wayTo kill you a little