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
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
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Writer(s): David & Loren Laue
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