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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