Shes got a place to go when she gets angry A place to go when she gets sad She opens the window and sits on the roof You know, whenever she is feeling bad Shes sick of these rules, and shes sick of this world And shes totally sick of her life She says the mundane fries like eggs on her brain And now we all think shes lost her mind Now Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Shes going down Eating too little and sleeping too much She was manic, and now shes depressed She ought to be with her peer group, indeed She just needs to get things off her chest They prod and they probe, they sedate and they shock They cant seem to get through to that girl Well, she only speaks about once every week And then all shell say is, Fuck the world Now Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Shes going down And her mother says shes crazy And her sister says shes not But everybody thinks shes flaky We gotta figure out just whats wrong with her, wrong with her Its time to look into the cabinet And make sure Kathy is taking her meds Its time to put Kathy in front of the TV And wipe the drool off her dress The sound of the Mexicans cutting the lawn again Was buzzing throughout the whole house We couldnt find her, so we looked outside And saw Kathy all over the ground Now Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Kathys on the roof again Shes going down
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