John Vanderslice Tablespoon Of Codeine Lyrics

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