There’s a guy from the Sun Tribune   Staking out my house in a Chevy Impala since yesterday noon   Should I speak to him or just stay quiet?   They hear the whistle blow and out pours the blood of my child      Tablespoon of codeine   Put you right to bed   I don’t want any more codeine   Wanted to make it on my own tonight      So I said some things that can’t be said   About a ritual tower that uses of more American dead   And what happened in September was a fake   But they’re chasing demolition or remote control planes      Tablespoon of codeine   Will put you right to bed   I don’t want any more codeine   Wanted to make it on my own tonight      Whatever you do you have to commit   And whatever you do you have to put your blood into it   So I said some things that can’t be said   From the FAA the empty desk of Alan Armistead      Tablespoon of codeine   Will put you right to bed   I don’t want any more codeine   Wanted to make it on my own tonight