Overhead Songtext
von Jonathan Coulton

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 of your smile, your "nothing to say"
Your monkey, your middle

You fall heel overhead
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