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 its cryin' The eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth So when they mention the sad kid in a 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