Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
You're what happens when two substances collide
He can't stand to look back
Undelivered, undelivered
Six miles south of North Platte
And here's how they replied
'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
It's what goes undelivered over imbibed
Not one of them's a lie
You're what happens when two substances collide
And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive
Exorcise your cells till you're bereft
Six miles north of South Platte and he just wants his life back
And by all accounts, you really should've died, stretched out on the tarmac
The words we speak are banal, not one of them's a lie
Under the mister
At sixteen tons of hazmat and it's what goes
And it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
What's in that paper knapsack
Splayed out on a bathmat
