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