Soul Coughing $300

Lifting me up like a garage door I need to feel it when the drug starts coming on I know you Lord are a jealous lord I know the tablet is your competition And I need for you to be reasonable How much? She said for three hundred dollars I'll do it Beating me down just like a rain storm I need to feel it when the rain starts coming on I know the skin is a jealous skin I know the sky it is its competition