Tower

She climbs the tower, gun in hand

Everyday at 5 PM

She has a bomb, she has a plan

She kills imaginary men

Kills 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 shit

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