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. And I need for you to be reasonable. (How much? She said 'for three hundred dollars, I'll do it.')