Tiny Cities Made of Ashes Lyrics

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Going to hit you on the face
Going to punch you in your glasses, oh no
Just got a message said
Yeah, hell is freezing over.
Got a phone call from the lord saying,
Hey boy, go get a sweater, right now.
So we're drinkin drinkin drinkin drinkin coca coca cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
Right on down my throat
As were headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
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?
We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face
Gonna 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 grey
Just got a message that said
Yeah, hell has frozen over.
Got a phone call from the lord saying,
Boy go get a sweater, right now!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Were drinkin drinkin drinkin drinkin coca coca cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
Right on down my throat
As were headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna lay down in the baths where they coat you in molasses, oh no.
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?