One More Spoonful

Greed gave way to a dying need As he woke-up on the run He shook the snake from his warn out boot And the frost off his gun Headed down to Ketchikan Town Settin' up for a medicine show, he'll sell Lydia Pink, a snake-oil drink His pretty bottles all in a row He's even got Fontaine's Balm of a Thousand Flowers It will cure all your pain And might even bring some rain And some have sworn it gave them supernatural powers Take a spoonful to calm your fears To open up your mind and wash it clear Two will mend a broken heart and dry your tears There seems to be a lot more of those fallin' down 'round here (Elbow to elbow, move in ear to ear Put the short in the front, and the tall in the rear It will cure your disease and the ache in your knee I have in this bottle the magical key) The potions that he sold them Settle deep into their brain It kept the skin from crawling But it only grazed the pain So they take another swallow Of their deluded lives Never noticing the dying ghost Trapped behind their hollow eyes One more spoonful to disappear Two more to drown the cries and lies of the insincere Escape into the drop of a falling tear There seems to be a lot more of them fallin' down 'round here They gather round this simple town And they trust in what the label says If you dare get yourself some Balm of a Thousand Flowers Come on down gather round Don't pay attention to the sound When they cry out loud One last spoonful to disappear To drown the cries and lies of the insincere Escape into the drop of a falling tear There seems to be a lot more of them fallin' 'round down here (A spoonful to her and one for him) There seems to be a lot more of them fallin' round here (To the howling little boy weak and thin) I see a lot more of us fallin' down round here (Just open wide and take it down Take one for yourself and pass it around Watch the horizon Say goodbye to the sun Close your eyes This day is done)