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