Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes

We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes

Gonna hit you on the face gonna punch you in your

Glasses. Oh no!

Just got a message said "Yeah hell is freezin' over"

I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "boy go get a

Sweater. Right now"

So we're 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 the face goin' 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 grey

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' coca-coca-cola 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 molasses. Oh no!

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away

Does anybody know a way