Analysis of Over that hill

There's a million ways to get even I
I wish I was one to with the will to kill
A thousand times I've thought about it
If you ever pushed me over that hill
A knife, too gruesome
A gun too loud
Just tie you to the tracks, no
May be just a little bitty pill
 There's a thin line between sane and crazy
I'm always toeing the line
If I decided, even Bundy wouldn't hold a candle to me
 Not the Green river Killer nor Zodiac
 So best heed my warnings baby
With that cold heart and run around mind
 Next time you step out of line
To this world you 'll not be back
Yep, A thousand times I've thought about it
If I'm ever pushed over that hill