Come Over

I'm in the business of losin' your interest

And I turn a profit each time that we speak

Don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden?

It was there when we got here, will be there when we leave

And my house was designed to kinda look like it's cryin'

The eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth

So when they mention the sad kid in the sad house on Balch Street

You won't have to guess who they're speakin' about

Come over

Come over

I'm in the process of clearin' out cobwebs

I was takin' the wrong meds, feels good to be sad

And my house is just barely big enough for my family

But it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad

And my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it

Oh, the words, they went missin' when the stock market crashed

And the Dow Jones keeps falling, but I promise you, darling

With the view in the morning, you won't ever go back

Come over

Come over

Come over

Come over

I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool

Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school

My dad'll strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block

Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want

But I'm in the business of losin' your interest

And I turn a profit each time that we speak

Don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden?

It was there when we got here, will be there when we leave