She's got a place to go when she gets sad

She opens her window and sits on the roof whenever she is feeling bad

She's sick of these rules

and she's sick of this world

and she's totally sick of her life

She says the mundane fries like eggs on her brain

and now we all think she's lost her mind

Kathy's on the roof again

she's going down

Eating too little and sleeping too much

She was manic and now she's 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 can't seem to get through to that girl

She only speaks about once every week

and then all she'll say is fuck the world

Kathy's on the roof again

she's going down

Her mother says she's crazy

and her sister says she's not

But everybody thinks she's flaky

We've gotta figure out just what's wrong with her

It's time to look into the cabinet 

and make sure Kathy is taking her meds

it's time to prop 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 couldn't find her so we looked outside

and saw Kathy all over the ground