We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
with the masses oh no
So we're drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', coca coca cola
I'm gonna lay down in the spa
I got a phone call from the Lord sayin'
Where they coat you in molasses, right now
I'm goin' to punch you in your glasses
I can feel it rollin' right on down, oh right on down my throat
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
"Hey boy get a sweater, right now"
Does anybody know a way?
I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake hands
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
I'm wearin' myself a T-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
I can feel it rollin' right on down, oh right on down my throat
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin'
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Does anybody know a way?
"Hey boy get a sweater, right now"
We're drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', coca coca cola
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all gray
And as we're headed down the road
I just got a message that said, "Yeah hell is freezin' over"
And I just got a message that says, "Yeah hell has frozen over"
Does anybody know a way?
I'm gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
I'm goin' to hit you on the face
Towards tiny cities made of ashes