Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

We're goin' down the road

Towards tiny cities made of ashes

Gonna hit you on your face

Gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no

Just got a message

Said, "Yeah, hell is freezing over"

Got a phone call from the Lord

Sayin', "Boy, go get a sweater right now"

So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin'

Drinkin' drinkin' Coca-Coca-Cola

I can feel it rollin' right on down

Right on down my throat

As we're 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?

Were goin' down the road

Towards tiny cities made of ashes

Gonna hit you on your face

Going to punch you in your glasses, oh no

I'm wearin' a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"

Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all gray

Just got a message sayin', "Yeah, hell has frozen over"

Got a phone call from the Lord

Sayin', "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' drinkin' Coca-Coca-Coca Cola

I can feel it rollin' right on down

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 molasses, oh no

Does anybody know a way

That a body could get away?

Does anybody know a way?