A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left

Overprescribed

Under the mister

We had survived to

Turn on the History Channel

And ask our esteemed panel

Why are we alive?

And here's how they replied

You're what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts you really should have died

Stretched out on a tarmac

Six miles south of North Platte

He can't stand to look back

At sixteen tons of HAZMAT

It's what goes undelivered

Undelivered

Boom boom boom boom boom

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It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

Of the what, of the head to the left

So exercise yourselves to your bereft

'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left of the, of the, to the

Splayed out on a bath mat

Six miles north of South Platte

He just wants his life back

What's in that paper knapsack

It's what goes undelivered

Undelivered

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

A nervous tic motion of the head

Head to the left

It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the, to the

Left

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the, of the, of the head of the head to the

Over imbibed

Under the mister

Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel

Though the words we speak are banal

Now one of them's a lie

Now one of them's a lie

You're what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts you really should have died