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