Tablespoon of Codeine

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
Don't want anymore codeine
Wanted to make it
On my own tonight
My own tonight

So I said some things
That cant be said
About a ritual tower that
Uses of more american dead

And what happen in september
Was a fake
But they're chasing demoltion
Or remote control planes

Tablespoon of codeine
Put you right to bed
Don't want anymore codeine
Wanted to make it
On my own tonight
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
Put you right to bed
Don't want anymore codeine
Wanted to make it
On my own tonight
My own tonight