| Song | Tablespoon of Codeine |
| Artist | John Vanderslice |
| Album | Emerald City |
| 作曲 : Vanderslice | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Vanderslice | |
| 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 |