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