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