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)