We're goin' down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face
I'm gonna punch you in your gla**es, oh no
I just got a message that said
"Yeah Hell has frozen 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 ma**es, 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 gla**es
I'm wearin' 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 sayin'
"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 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 baths
Where they coat you in mola**es, 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?