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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 Aus Songtexte Mania