The pharmacist’s petty crime was steaming letters
The make-believe truth in every metal header
Now he through a stone alone, a winking-winder
Beneath her the feature theater in cinders
All in cinders

“Fall in line!” I stumble when I say
Whistle the signal song on a plate
Color-form crowds will lip-sync this way
It’s better weather…( ah…)
“Fall in line!” the miracles that shine
Keeping the soul beneath tara vine
Color-form crowds will lip-sync and whine
For better weather

Ah…ah…ah…etc…

The pharmacist’s fire was warm
The pharmacist’s fire was warm

-Music Break-

“Fall in line!” I stumble when I say
Whistle the signal song on a plate
Color-form crowds will lip-sync this way
It’s better weather…( ah…)
“Fall in line!” the miracles that shine
Keeping the soul beneath tara vine
Color-form crowds will lip-sync and whine
For better weather now