Lyrics:

We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashesGonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in yourglasses. Oh no!I just got a message that said 'Yeah hell is freezin' over'I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' 'Hey boy get asweater. Right now'So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-colaI can feel it rollin' right on downOh right on down my throatAnd as we're headed down the road towards tiny citiesmade of ashesI'm gonna get dressed up in plastic gonna shake handswith the masses. Oh no!Does anybody know a way that a body could get awayDoes anybody know a wayWere goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashesI'm goin' to hit you on the face I'm goin' to punch you in yourglasses. Oh no!I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says 'The world is my ashtray'Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all greyAnd I just got a message sayin' that hell has frozen overGot a phone call from the Lord sayin' 'Hey boy get asweater. Right now!'Does anybody know a way that a body could get awayDoes anybody know a wayWere drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca-coca-colaI can feel it rollin' right on down oh right on down my throatAnd as we're headed down the road towards tiny citiesmade of ashesI'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat youin molasses. Oh no!Does anybody know a way that a body could get awayDoes anybody know a way