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Tiny Cities Made Of AshesWe're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashesGonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your glasses. Oh no! I just got a message that said "Yeah hell has frozen 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? Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? Does anybody know a way? We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes I'm going to hit you on the face I'm going to punch you in your glasses. I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray" Our hearts pump dust and our hair's all grey And I just got a message that says "yeah, 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? Does anybody know a way? 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 lay down in the baths where they coat you in molasses. Right now! [Break in music] Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? Does anybody know a way? Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? Does anybody know a way? |