I overlook the overlook, to see what I have overlooked,
I criticise myself, you see, through critic's eyes, so I can see,
With overwhelming overkill, I overdo what I should do,
I criticise myself, you see,
The truth has always set me free.
Hosanna, hosanna,
Hosanna, hosanna.
Misery's a mystery; I miss her when she looks at me,
We're suffering so much so far, so far as I can tell,
Misery's our history - sweat and sorrow misery,
Sweat and sorrow, set me free,
The truth has always set me free.
Hosanna, hosanna,
Hosanna, hosanna.
Overstanding on the stand, to understand what I can't stand,
Stand beside the standard, just to figure what it means,
Sorry little forest has such happy little trees,
But the forest's happy trees have missed the forest for the trees.
