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