There's a guy from the Sun TribunenStaking out my house in a Chevy Impala since yesterday noonnShould I speak to him or just stay quiet?nThey hear the whistle blow and out pours the blood of my childnnTablespoon of codeinenPut you right to bednI don't want any more codeinenWanted to make it on my own tonightnnSo I said some things that can't be saidnAbout a ritual tower that uses of more American deadnAnd what happened in September was a fakenBut they're chasing demolition or remote control planesnnTablespoon of codeinenWill put you right to bednI don't want any more codeinenWanted to make it on my own tonightnnWhatever you do you have to commitnAnd whatever you do you have to put your blood into itnSo I said some things that can't be saidnFrom the FAA the empty desk of Alan ArmisteadnnTablespoon of codeinenWill put you right to bednI don't want any more codeinenWanted to make it on my own tonightn