the red bell sounds
hundred feet off the ground
coating the crazed mob
can of mace soothing a dog
the buildings are caving in
i've got to find my way out
you can be sure as hell
what people are thinking about
a soul salesman's department store for sin
the battle for the concience is so hard to win
heaven could begin here, for you my friend
it's just a bloody razor standing on it's end
sargeant van pettlecleve
of the instore security police
here to rid you of the clothes
that you're hiding underneath
or didn't you read the sign
while you were lost in your theft
that clearly stipulates detection
for shoplifters with no deft
a soul salesman's department store for sin
the battle for the concience is so hard to win
heaven could begin here, for you my friend
it's just a bloody razor standing on it's end