We re goin down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your
glasses. Oh no!
I just got a message that said "Yeah hell is freezin over"
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin "Hey boy get a
sweater. Right now"
So we re drinkin drinkin drinkin drinkin coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin right on down
Oh right on down my throat
And as we re headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes
I m gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
with the masses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were goin down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I m goin to hit you on the face I m goin to punch you in your
glasses. Oh no!
I m wearin myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
And I just got a message sayin that hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin "Hey boy get a
sweater. Right now!"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were drinkin drinkin drinkin drinkin coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin right on down oh right on down my throat
And as we re headed down the road towards tiny cities
made of ashes
I m gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you
in molasses. Oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way

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