"Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes" lyrics

We're going down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face
I'm gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no
I just got a message that said
"Yeah, Hell has frozen over."
I got a phone call from the Lord saying
"Hey, boy, get a sweater, right now."

So we're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking
Coca, Coca Cola
I can feel it rolling 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?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?

We're going down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm going to hit you on the face
I'm going to punch you in your glasses
I'm wearing myself a T-shirt
That says, "The world is my ashtray."
Our hearts pump dust
And our hair's all gray
And I just got a message that says
"Yeah, hell has frozen over."
I got a phone call from the Lord saying
"Hey, boy, get a sweater, right now!"

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way?

We're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking
Coca, Coca Cola
I can feel it rolling 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, right now!

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?