Riders

I’m in a crowded room — I’ve been half-asleep
Says the sister in uniform
Has everybody understood?
The listeners turn and nod
But I can see their fear, do they know more than me Do they know why they’re here
I don’t want that poison in She passed around a potion — it went from lip to hand
I took a sip, a taste I didn’t understand
The woman then explained, that this was the juice, the juice that causes pain
That all great singers need
I don’t want that poison in I stumbled from the room
There must be some mistake
I do not want this seed
Think I’m in another’s dream
Now I can feel this creature flapping in my throat
Try and throw it up But my cough turns to a choke
Put my fingers in my mouth
I have it by the head
It dug into my jaw
I threw the sucker to the floor
Sucker to the floor