She climbs the tower, gun in hand
Everyday at 5 PM
She has a bomb, she has a plan
She k**s imaginary men
k**s them with her lipstick head
But she's safe from them
'Cause they don't understand
My guts fell out the top of my head
I'll live without them
I have my days for sure
But I don't count them
When everything's just right
I'll come down off my mountain
I'm out of sorts right now
By then I will have found them
Don't call me the weird one
I watch them come and go all night
I serve them, listen to their sh**
These people just aren't right
My guts fell out the top of my head
I'll live without them
I have my days for sure
But I don't count them
When everything's just right
I'll come down off my mountain
I'm out of sorts right now
By then I will have found them